I am awake, remembering, thinking. During the day I can avoid going to that raw, festering wound of grief. I keep busy, so very busy. But in the darkness of ungodly hours it is unavoidable. Confronting. I just want to talk to her, hold her, feel her arms around me comforting me. But all there is is pain. And the one person who always made it all better is gone. Forever.
Breathe, just breathe.
Day 2866 - How I get shit done - *How detailed are your to-do lists?* I can't get by without my to-do lists. Whether it be the meal plan, the shopping list, my weekly list of priorities ...
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