I have always been a goofy person capable of having a good time when around others but would get really down on myself when alone. I was diagnosed with dysthymia (high five, Mimi

My current woes: I have been into art my whole life but after I studied art photography in college my drive to create faded away. I can't tell if I don't create because I am too afraid of what people will think of my finished product or if I am legitimately no longer interested. I have major guilt about it and I don't like it when my family asks me why I don't take photos anymore. I also feel like I haven't tried enough to get a good job. I have a college education, yet I work for minimum wage at a crappy retail store. Again, is it because of the economy or is it my fault? It's probably more my fault now, since I have stopped even trying to find a better job since I have already convinced myself it's not possible.
My name is "The Sleeper" because I have trained myself to need 11 hours of sleep a night in order to avoid life.