I was flipping through my sketchbook and I wanted to share a sketch of my ex-boyfriend, Jade. I drew it in April 2014, two months before we broke up.
He was pretty much a Marilyn Manson clone. He was weird, eccentric and intelligent, which is what I loved about him.
I kid you not, he had the same personality type as manson- INFJ, he could sing, paint, and play guitar, and he sounded like Manson. It was like a dream come true for a little goth girl like me at the time. (I've grown up the past year, though, and that's one of the reasons why we're not together.) He was also eight years older than me, and I was still in school, while he was free and wanted me to spend time with him. Most of my time went to him, and I had trouble with that, and my work also.
I remember he wanted me to paint him, but I sketched him in pencil instead, since it was quicker. He said, "paint me day-dreaming," and so that's what this is. It's based off of a photo of him. He had weird contacts in each eye, one green and one black, so I tried to make it look like that in the drawing.
I feel like I'm attending a funeral or something every time I look at this.
I feel empty and miss how close we were as friends, and how we laughed together, but at the same time I really hate him. I hate him so much.