I'm not creative enough on my own.

I tried to keep myself going in my art, but for some bizarre reason I did not have the drive to do what I wanted to do today. I couldn't push myself to actually paint or draw or create anything.

It was around this time that I started to really sit down and think about what it was that I was doing and how I acted in my classes during the semester.

I'm a sponge. I think it is because of my co-dependency. When I'm around creative people, I seem to be able to actually produce something. When I'm not, I'm like this. A bum that is just waiting to die.

When did things go wrong? When did I become like this?