Drawings from my Dear Sister

Psychoanalysis I Suppose?

Okay I can't help but feel like an ass for still being depressed despite everything my friends and followers have tried to do for me from kind words to beautiful art but that empty feeling still persist seriously need I hire a prostitute?! (I joke of course) I will admit this longing has kinda made me feel like a bit of a man whore as I care little for who can bring me the comfort I seek but what the hell I'll accept that about myself just like how I'm a bit insane although I don't talk about my dark desires much probably for my own good and the world at large it took a lot of willpower to control my own thoughts but luckily my years of temperance bore some fruit although my loss of control on my emotions is quite alarming. I originally deluded myself after my wife's death and remained the ever faithful widow looking at my actions as testament to my wife's short life as true and as beautiful as this may sound I was absolutely killing myself with loneliness in her final moments I got to truly feel unconditional love and since then I've become addicted to it virtually suffering withdrawals which could be summed up in these bouts of depression it's through my
self analysis I trigger more bouts and I'm sure you can see the correlation between my current bouts of depression and just this product of self analysis, the real question is why the need for self analysis, well I solved this too it's all merely a byproduct of my wife's death you see after her death I was introduced to emotions again and having lost control of my previous self I started questioning who I was and tried holding on to what I once was by searching the deepest parts of my mind sometimes completely sub conciously which have likely started these bouts of depression.

My wife really ruined me...

(I'm more scared that I understand all of this about myself and can't do anything about it.)

So I'm now

*A Lunatic

*A Whore (Uke I'll admit it)

*A Tramuatized Widow

*A Man without purpose

*A Fat Bastard Child

*A Ugly Son of a Bitch

(I'm sure there's way more but I care not to delve deeper into my
sub concious lest I risk bring evil to the forefront of my thoughts again.)