Criticized.
I never thought that I could cry when someone criticised me.
I was called an art stealer because of how generic my artworks were. And I knew the person I was dealing with didn't have any experience but sht I fcking cried. I wanted to give up on art because that white man fcking harrassed me by calling me weaboo, art stealer and an otaku (it's an insult).
And it's all because I create fanarts. Thankfully someone was kind enough to support me and all.
This all happened today.
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