/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

Sometimes I really ask myself why the fuck did I became so obsessed with drawing. For some reason it has become the background noise of all my existence, like if it was some divine heritage that I was destined to and my fucked up upbringing took away from me.
I don't even enjoy doing art. The only two things I can still enjoy is seeing my gf happy, and sleeping.
I don't even know anymore bruh.
Sometimes I look back at my past and the only thing I see is a big flashing sign saying "please give up and stop hurting yourself". I'm pretty sure that if it wasn't for her I would absolutely do it
Or not. I really don't fucking know anymore