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It is on cold autumn nights like these that I am reminded of the quiet, dark hours I used to spend in my house, alone, wondering when my parents would come home. I would leave the television on as background noise, and jump at every slight sound I heard outside. I would often turn all the lights on to hide from the shadows, and stay far, far away from the basement door.
It is on cold autumn nights like these that I recall the childish kindling of a beautiful relationship. The nights spent laying on my car (my only sibling) talking to a girl one million miles away. Despite our distance, I took comfort in knowing that we shared the same sky. This autumnal fairy tale weathered years, but the winds of change blow harder with time, unknowingly, unmercifully extinguishing the embers of our love.
It is on cold autumn nights like this that I mourn the sun's early retreat, and loathe the moon's lingering presence and the affect that it has on my mood..
It is on cold autumn nights like these that I feel the very warmth and compassion inside me cool and disappear. I think myself into a light depression and sometimes need a bit of coaxing out of it.
It is on cold autumn nights like these that I remember writing the most depressing things in this journal. And
it is on this cold autumn night that I am writing some love to you. All of you. Any of you.
Things in my life are always turbulent and changing. I know that I make everybody worry. It seems that as of late, I have been pushing everyone I hold dear to me further and further away. I apologize for this.
I don't want to retreat in my shell like I do annually. I don't want to become reclusive, unresponsive, and cold. I want to have my own perpetual sunshine. I want to change, and I want help. But don't forget that I love you. That goes for those of you who read this, and those of you who never will.
It is on cold autumn nights like these that I recall the childish kindling of a beautiful relationship. The nights spent laying on my car (my only sibling) talking to a girl one million miles away. Despite our distance, I took comfort in knowing that we shared the same sky. This autumnal fairy tale weathered years, but the winds of change blow harder with time, unknowingly, unmercifully extinguishing the embers of our love.
It is on cold autumn nights like this that I mourn the sun's early retreat, and loathe the moon's lingering presence and the affect that it has on my mood..
It is on cold autumn nights like these that I feel the very warmth and compassion inside me cool and disappear. I think myself into a light depression and sometimes need a bit of coaxing out of it.
It is on cold autumn nights like these that I remember writing the most depressing things in this journal. And
it is on this cold autumn night that I am writing some love to you. All of you. Any of you.
Things in my life are always turbulent and changing. I know that I make everybody worry. It seems that as of late, I have been pushing everyone I hold dear to me further and further away. I apologize for this.
I don't want to retreat in my shell like I do annually. I don't want to become reclusive, unresponsive, and cold. I want to have my own perpetual sunshine. I want to change, and I want help. But don't forget that I love you. That goes for those of you who read this, and those of you who never will.