When I was younger, I used to paint all the time. I once brought all of my drawings to show them to one of my dearest friend, and she told me it was ugly and that her little brother could do better. Long story short, I stopped drawing, AND painting. I like abstract paintings, it allows me to pour my feelings onto the canvas, I use it as a way out of my sadness, a way out of my prisonous mind, a way to cope with my depression. I went back to painting after my depression came back, though I think it never really left. It was hiding in the shadows.