When the past visits

Every once in a while I come across a picture of myself from a night I can remember feeling kinda blech and I inevitably view my old self bathed in good light. I usually think something along the lines of "hm, I looked cute, I wonder why I wasted time worrying about ______?" The blank could be appearance, that guy or that girl – essentially anything purely outward.

I had similar thoughts tonight, when I came across this drawing I did a few years ago. I can remember that life drawing class and how vulnerable I felt about my skills. But you know what? I wasn't half bad. In fact, I might have even been half good.

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