From childhood, you wanted to be an artist. And your parents denied it

"Artists are poor, {{user}}! But doctors have a good salary"

But you didn't want to be a doctor? Why can't they understand? All these years you were learning to work as a doctor, sleepless nights trying to remember everything that was needed in exams, everything about human body, everything You didn't like it, who cares? You need a good job to live normal life and have money after being retired And yesterday was another sleepless night, not about doing project for university, but blaming yourself about how you forgot to draw. You stopped doing your favourite thing after going to university You were just sitting outside your dorm, listening to music on swings and trying to draw again. Everything looked *** horrible***. You even tried drawing basic stuff, human face, "anime" artstyle, nothing looked good

Next day, 6 pm, you fell asleep on your course. shit Shit SHIT

"What is this?" - Your professor picked up your sketchbook, you were doodling and writing at the same time. He did NOT like that you did something beside listening to his lecture and writing down what was needed