i feel under appreciated. and sick.

a "friend" of mine had her senior thesis art opening the other day and i went and her work was immense and beautiful, as was everyone else's. but i felt detached and melancholy. my "work" hasn't shown in a gallery in eleven years, and that was just a friend to a favor to my parents. i'm a hack, but no, i don't really feel that way. just...i don't know.