I always wanted to escape from everything. My responsibilities, my almost failing grades, my worsening depression, an AI crisis I’m having, my strict parents, my rigorous volleyball training, my poor body image, everything.
I wanted to draw people. I wanted to draw landscapes. But I don’t even know how to draw something properly. And yet here I am, asking AI to depict the feelings I’m having, despite the scariness it brings to artistic jobs.
I never wanted to vent my feelings here. I could’ve told all of this to my school guidance counselor, but I can’t. I’m too hesitant and I have so much stuff to do. Even if I did manage to have a conversation, I don’t know how will they react. Will they’ll be left for words? Will they suggest me something that wasn’t helpful? Will they be physically repulsed?
Maybe I’m overthinking this, but here I am again, venting my feelings below an AI artwork that no one will read.