I've been drawing since I can remember. I'm sure a lot of people can relate to that. But it's always been something I've truly loved, alongside writing. I love to create! I find it so rewarding.

This book is truly fascinating to me now. I'm an adult, and I don't use Wattpad any more. But the fact that all of my old art and writings exist here... It's clear to me how much I've grown. I'm becoming into the person I know I can be. And I'm not done growing yet.

Each day, I improve more and more.

Each day, I become more hopeful. I've dealt with depression for years now, and I've had good and bad spikes. But right now... I'm okay. I'm ready to take the next step.

And seeing my old art brings a smile to my face. I AM an artist, and I refuse to let anyone tell me otherwise from here on out.

Farewell!