October, Lack thereof
October has been dreadful. It is exactly what I foresaw, and now I’m left wondering if I pinned it all upon myself. What went wrong with my perspective? I used to love the month of October; but, since I identified Autumn as a hint of misery, I’ve taken so many precautions that I lost sight of this colorful month.
When September started, I was so positive. I actually had an outlook on what I wanted to do with myself this year—you know, goals. Nothing I had visioned has been completed. As a matter of fact, I am back into the same lifestyle that I was running so far away from. I’m behind in school, and am again in jeopardy of not graduating on time. Things will probably work themselves out, however. They always seem to.
I just feel like I’m missing out on something. Excitement shouldn’t be me getting out of bed in the morning. I shouldn’t be settling for the same dull routines. I wish I was more materialistic in a sense. So that I could find enjoyment out of people and things. I want romance, dude. I just want something new…
