JMC prize-giving

I've learn't a big lesson today. The manga competition that I really expected to win, well I didn't. Wasn't even shortlisted. The, I got stabbed in the chest. You faggot! You're too much of yourself! You think you're that good? 

Well damn that idea! You know what? You freaking suck! You weren't even shortlisted for the other 25 prizes. So what if you think you can win that easily? So STFU!

I was the most depressed guy in the hall today. Even crappy manga with shit drawings overwhelmed mine. Maybe it was the story, or the art style, the way they spoke. No, It was my freaking pride pulling me down, saying I was always the best. And there, I saw dammit pros. I mean people who waste 6 hours a day drawing manga and it looked bloody good. I froze when I saw them. All their effort put in. And my two weeks of work made me think I could make it.

So from now on, I'm going to work harder. Manage my time well so that I can win the next one. I love drawing, and making up stories with art can just might as well be a lifeline for some. I just pray that my studies and my passion for drawing would not collide creating a screw-up in my life. I leave that for God to decide.

Thats it for now. sayonara.