Everything I love, I'm **** at.
I love to write, but I can't seem to find poignant words that blow people's minds.
I love to draw, but I can't seem to trace lines and create shadows that amaze anyone.
I love to paint, but I can't seem to combine tones and form textures that awe any being.
I love to sing, but I can't seem to construct harmonies and runs that move individuals.
I love to live, but in my eyes, I can’t seem to do it right.