This was one of the hardest moments in the hospital. The short backstory is that I met a nice girl on the internet then, we made a pretty nice conversation and it seemed like she fell in love with me, but after a couple of days of our contact, she told me that she got in a hospital. After another couple of days, her friend told me that she's dead. At that moment I really believed in all this story, so after several days of crying, I made this drawing, as I was listening to "Hades »Pluton«" by Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows to get through all of the pain. It tells about a dead lover so it seemed to be very suitable for the situation.
I and my friends analyzed this situation many times and came to the conclusion that all this situation was just a fiction made specially for me to make my illness come even worse. Thank god for the plan of these people failed as my doctors for some time were giving me really many meds to calm me down. By the way, after I came out of the hospital, this friend of a "dead" girl wrote me a long letter which was full of insults, telling me about how a shitty person I am. She was mad at me because of my understanding that it was all fiction, so she just called me a fat slut that can't draw and doesn't deserve to be loved and that it's a pity that I'm not dead, all of such things. After this letter, we were already sure that these people just tried very hard to make my suicide come true and there was no any death and maybe even no any girl. So, what's the moral? Don't believe lovely girls on the internet who swears to love for you after a couple of days of chatting, especially if it's your weak point. And of course ignore the insults of mad people, who are obviously trying to kill you.
Idk if there's anybody who's gonna read all this shit but this was too epic story to hide
And about the sketch? Well, at least I got a messy illustration of myself connected with one of my favorite songs.
Please have a chocolate medal for reading