In 2020, I picked up drawing again. After giving up on it back in 2014, because I had things occupying my time and my mind.

I did it to escape, to vent, and unfortunately. To gain popularity, I started interacting with the fandom and social media more. Wanted to be like the “cool” kids, you know?

It was a big mistake. The frustrations of never being satisfied with anything and not getting what I wanted? That was just the wrong way to go about things. I almost gave up on the craft again, just like I did all those years ago.

But I didn't because someone slapped (metaphorically) me, which woke me up properly. So I changed my tune, and it helped. My drawings began to see some improvements, not a lot, but it was enough. I was pleased with myself.

But then someone slapped my wrists in 2023, and I didn't like it that much this time around. Told me that I needed to do certain things if I didn't want to become stagnant. I was angry, letting the anger burn away so I could think properly. They were right, I didn't want to be stuck.

And that’s when my tail caught on fire.

I challenged myself with every drawing afterwards, focusing on having fun and learning at the same time. Started sharing the things I finished more confidently, and listened to the feedback I got.

While I don't have any talent, learning to draw became a hobby for me. And I’ll keep fanning the flames on my tail because of it.