憂鬱| Melancholy

I've no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge in. It hasn't been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life, 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. I shall share my story in the form of memories. Memories in which can't be forgotten or trashed. That's all you get to know, for now.

TW: this story includes acts of domestic violence and sexual harassment which might be upsetting for some readers.