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The smells in my house have changed infinitesimally. When Abby and I leave our window open, you can smell the dew from outside, you can smell the rotting leaves. Even when it's sunny, just below the warmth, it's crisp. When it's cold, that's all you can feel. The air is no longer smooth and balmy, it cuts. It rains. The days get shorter. It's a completely different dynamic. It's so subtle, yet so overwhelming the way Summer slips in to Autumn.
I feel like I'm stuck. I watch a lot of TV. I fail to do the work that's required if I ever want to experience the things that captivate me. I throw myself in to this spiral of mood swings and I blame it on school. I wonder if it'll all turn out the same as last year. Will things just hover on the surface all Winter, will my grades drop dramatically despite the abundant free time I've been granted? Will I turn to cereal and ice cream and come out of the whole ordeal safe but twenty pounds heavier?
I don't know. I want Josh to come back. I want to see Marc. I think I need to clean my room. I always feel better when I clean my room.
I feel like I'm stuck. I watch a lot of TV. I fail to do the work that's required if I ever want to experience the things that captivate me. I throw myself in to this spiral of mood swings and I blame it on school. I wonder if it'll all turn out the same as last year. Will things just hover on the surface all Winter, will my grades drop dramatically despite the abundant free time I've been granted? Will I turn to cereal and ice cream and come out of the whole ordeal safe but twenty pounds heavier?
I don't know. I want Josh to come back. I want to see Marc. I think I need to clean my room. I always feel better when I clean my room.