ENA POV . . :
I've never really valued anything but fame, it's always just stood out in my eyes, why do anything when you could be famous? Same thing with art, it's just relieving. People usually find me on the streets, people begging for me to take selfies with them, I love that. It's quite a good feeling but how come I never go extremely viral?
Today, I stayed home, usually when I stayed home I stayed in my room, nothing changed there. I had on my silk pyjamas and was sat on my bed with my drawing equipment. Suddenly the door opens
"Why are you still bothered? Why won't you give up? You're not at a professional level. Cut your crap and give up."
I looked over in rage and agony, "Can't you see I've had enough already?! Cut YOUR crap! I'm still entering competitions!"
I keep lashing out, what's my issue? I looked up at my father, anger and fury on my mind.
What if he was right?
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art. | ena angst!!!!!
Fanfictionena angst bc yes MIGHT include some polycord fluff :3 yeah this is js out of boredom
