#7
It seems as if all I need to write something here is a dash of sadness and lots of sad, melancholic music. You know exactly what this means. The worst time of the year in the history of humanity is getting closer and closer with each passing day. I can not explain the fear and the hate Ithat autumn brings to me every year. If I were to create a perfect place for me in the World, it wouldn't have had more of autumn than a few colorful, relatively hot, sunny days. A week at most.
And the worst thing is when you finally come and realise that last year around this time you had been falling in love.
And the worst thing is when you finally come and realise that last year around this time you had been falling in love.