I feel like this is a proper place to vent about this.
I hate my art. A lot. And recently, since my wrist is at the best it's been in ages and that I'm no longer bogged down in college, I have more time to draw...but that also means I have equal time to hate what I draw.
I keep going of course. I want to get better. And drawing is refreshing in a way. But the feeling after I draw ends up being this horrible self loathing that drives me into wondering why I draw in the first place. I draw cause I get better. It's a challenge to draw and it makes it fun (I like feeling challenged). But then...ugh. I'm just...never ever happy with my stuff. Recently I started taking up writing instead for a while just to chill out from art-related stress, but now I'm in the exact same cycle with my writing. This feeling just never ends. Everything I make sucks and nothing I ever do can please myself.
Anyway that's the end of my rant. If there's a moral in this at all, I'd just say keep going. You're a better artist for making art than making nothing. At least there's that. And you do learn the more you do it.