Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
I used to be creative. I would draw and write stories about a better life; pretend that my parents wanted me and drew the places we'd go and write about the adventurad we'd go on.
Eventually, reality hit me. The stupid fantasies were just that: fantasies. I was tired of pretending my life was better than it was. But I couldn't draw anything else, no matter how hard I tried.
If I could've gone to college, I think I would have tried to go for art. It was such a release for me and I just wanted to be able to enjoy it again.