My parents have always told me that I'm great at art and should keep working at it, and it gets so tiring. They just want me to make my own life choices and be happy, the overbearing jerks! You're the first person to ever tell me to believe in myself and keep telling myself how horrible I am at art and never improve. Thank you.
Maybe this is some kind of multi-layered sarcasm, or maybe you missed the posts that led up to my last one, because this is the exact opposite of the point I was making.