My first month of learning art

Here it is, my practice sheets from my first month compiled into one nice "little" jpg. Sadly after it I started working on a piece that I never finished (early march sometime) and after I dropped that fully I didn't touch my pen until well.. Now, 3 months later, my skill has detoriated slightly but I can still do this

This is practically all I have done up to this point from day 1 to around day 32 I think. You can click the download button for a higher resolution version if you want to see this in a proper resolution.

If you have any thoughts, please share

Update: It's been a bit over 4 years now since I did this. I remember it quite well, I wanted to become a game developer, I just wanted to start with something easy like a visual novel, but I couldn't get an artist for my little pet project so I decided "Hey, there are thousands of people out there that can draw, why not me? I learn things fast!" but drawing seemed exceptionally difficult and complex of a concept to me, I mean, I'm a guy who up till that point persistently thought 'I can't draw' in a very literal sense, it was just that day I realized 'I haven't really tried to draw for a long time have I?'

Anyhow, I decided to draw for a month, just draw a bunch every day for a month to see how far I can go, and then decide at the end of it if I have any chances of getting good enough to become professional one day. And draw I did, but how I got the impression that I had any sort of chances at becoming a good artist after this is completely beyond me... I hardly improved at all from day 1 to the last day, I wonder how I saw it any other way than that... I was way off my mark! Lying to myself that I was better than I really was.

Now here I am 4 years later, still practicing how to draw fucking boxes, and still not good enough at it to have any chance at success I've given up all ideas of becoming a game developer, even if my odds there are good, I'm obscenely talented as a programmer, and I have no talent as an artist, yet here I am, by my own will, tearing out my hair, wondering what I was thinking and why I can't seem to just give up and still living under the illusion that I have some kind of shot.