nausicaa83 | (no subject)

And so it's June 10th. It's 8 years since my father's death. It's a whole third of my life. I think I keep missing bits and pieces, figments of my memory, and that with every year he'll be further and further away. When I think about it my head aches, and even if I should be in bed I just can't get any sleep.

I think I'll grab my mp3 player, get under the covers and listen to music until I collapse from tiredness. It usually works.