I have no idea what is wrong with me lately. I just can't seem to find the motivation to work on art stuff outside of my classes. I know that Journals aren't the place to whine (or are they?) but this has been bugging me for a long time. I used to do drawings because I enjoyed them, and used to think they (my old ones) were good (although it is blatantly clear to me now that they weren't). Is ignorance really bliss? Now I feel like drawing is more of a work task. One that doesn't take priority over my studies, and one which I cannot get myself into doing, even when I have nothing better to do.
Maybe once I found out how much work a piece of art takes to be good, I felt overwhelmed. Sometimes, comparing myself to others, I feel so much distance in experience and talent I don't think I'll ever bridge the vast measurement in my lifetime. Am I just giving up? I want to draw, and I want to be good at it, but when I tell myself "this is it, your big return to practicing" I loose my drive practically the next day. I'm not feeling particularly sad about it, just a sort of dull disappointment, and maybe some apathy.

I am not looking for sympathy or help, I just feel like recording my thoughts on the matter for some reason.