Another year

So this is the first birthday I have ever spent alone. For the last five years I would always love spending my birthday with him. Now I sat thinking I am 27 and by myself.
 
Oh, this is just a weird moany thought again. But I have had trouble getting out of my funk. I have no idea why. I just want him gone from my mind and to get on. I haven't even been able to really draw anything though I have lists of ideas. I think when I finish work I might try treat myself to something and make myself draw something. Anything!
 
I just hate feeling this way about myself. This isn't me.