I fancy the color orange during fall, never summer. Summer is a pain in the arse, and all I feel is scorching red. I love red, but the kind of red that glazes your eyes. What an odd beginning...

This year's October feels different for me. I come from a very harsh and demanding job where it alters your emotions and outlook on life. Perhaps having an affinity for what I used to have sort of retained an innocence that I longer feel. I smell pumpkin spice and no longer do I feel the excitement I used to have. I am currently trying to repair inside at the moment. I wish I can fall in love with Autumn and it's gifts once again. Indeed, next year's October will be blissful once again. I leave this entry with a bittersweet ending for now. emotion_heartbroken