I wonder how I'd feel a month from now. Summer is always
I wonder how I'd feel a month from now. Summer is always the
hardest time. Can't wait for Autumn. I have more distractions
in Autumn. Summer is the time I differenciate between distraction
and purpose. I love the vagueness of Autumn. I love being so
preoccupied with life that I can't think about minuscule
things like happiness.