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I love October. Everything about it is haunting and beautiful: the
scattering of leaves blowing through empty parking lots, the chill of
coming rain, huge yellow moons, the cliche-ness of the writing around
this time (less beautiful, more haunting).
Robert's gone. Everyone on this side of the equator seems to be finding boy/girlfriends. My brother is growing up and away. All the seniors from last year are gone and I work through almost every lunch.. I feel like I'm crawling back into the cave I occupied most of freshman year. Despite doing more, I'm still hollow. Even in crowds I feel lonely and I'm trying hard not to get used to it.
Robert's gone. Everyone on this side of the equator seems to be finding boy/girlfriends. My brother is growing up and away. All the seniors from last year are gone and I work through almost every lunch.. I feel like I'm crawling back into the cave I occupied most of freshman year. Despite doing more, I'm still hollow. Even in crowds I feel lonely and I'm trying hard not to get used to it.