So, fuck it. I am just gonna go back to making whatever the hell I want to make with no concern to whether or not anybody might possibly ever want to buy it. I could be a better artist than Leonardo da Vicni and no one would ever want to buy what I made so it really does not matter what I do. Besides, I will probably never fucking finish any of the "art" pieces I ever start anyway.
Yes, I know how ridiculous I sound, but the sad part is it is totally true. I will never be anyone, or do anything. To believe otherwise would be to feed the delusions and at the moment I am just not up to it. Don't worry, tomorrow is another day, and by then I may have swung in the other direction, in which case of course I will be invincible and capable of great feats of delusional thinking. Until then, I will be sitting here beating myself up for ever thinking I had a chance at doing something productive with my life.