The leaves are falling and withering, like a reflection of me and my declining mood.
This morning, when I woke up, the blanket felt warm, while the air was cool. A month ago, I slept without a blanket, and now I can hardly let go of it. So, autumn has arrived. And in the mornings, my weighted blanket feels incredibly cozy. I now drink my morning coffee with the special milk that baristas use. I'm afraid to switch back to regular milk in case it tastes bad. I've become really fond of colorful tights, especially purple and pink ones. I've already left tops and shorts behind, though I can't seem to let go of dresses. This has proven to be a bit of a problem. Tights have solved this issue for now, but even they will be replaced by sweatpants as soon as the temperature dips below zero. So, the train rides between home and school have begun again, and I'm thinking a lot during these trips. The wasps buzzing around the train station have finally disappeared. I no longer have to run around platform six to escape them. On the train, I often sit with friend...