"I feel like I'm trying to tell you how I feel but you don't want to know.
...It's that I do know, but it's better that these thoughts don't get voiced, for both our sakes."
This is how I looked, after a deep conversation, around 1 am. (so yes this is a very weird self portrait thing) I don't know whether to be hurt, thankful he let me off easy, or angry because I haven't died yet. Enjoy this little view into my depressing life.
(Drawing pencils on sketch paper)