“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” ― Edgar Allan Poe
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
It has been nearly 4 months since he passed away. I tried to keep my mind off things. I tried being busy - doing a lot more than I can handle so that I won't overthink things - but of no avail. I still cry everyday. I still think about him. I still wish he was here.