My entire high school sketchbook. I got really into drawing in senior year and filled the entire sketchbook with drawings of my husbando, /beg/ as shit, some with him shotafied or crossdressing or both. I'd let my best friend see who would just go like "hmm...yeah, that's good!" because she's talented as fuck with drawing/painting.
I started drawing again at the end of 2020, and that sketchbook still haunts me.
Then I made a Twitter account at the end of 2020, which also became full of my /beg/ drawings. I deleted the Twitter because it had 500 followers who all saw my shit art.
I'm much better now, but I feel like I never learn from showing people garbage art. I'm much better now, even working on a commission, but fuck.