Fall

Fall is depressingly satisfying. It is melancholy in all of its glory. Fall is cool and calm and serene before the harsh assault of a hard winter. It smells crisp and spicy; the colors are warm and bountiful in verity. People are friendlier because the obnoxious hot of summer is gone and the spiteful cold of winter has not chilled their humanity. Students are still happy with their classes; finals are a distant nightmare easily forgotten. Cute clothes are back in season ;)

Where I live, fall only gets to visit a short while and once it leaves, I am always left with this empty feeling of a friend going too soon. It has come to the point that I do not let myself enjoy this favorite season as much as I used to in order to protect myself against the inevitable feeling of abandonment.

I am starting to incorporate this distancing for protection with people as well. It seems that the people that I want to get close to are preoccupied and uninterested. The charming little quworks of new found "friends", that once were amusing are now, to say politely, FUCKING annoying. And the people who are interested in me are... not my type. It seems almost safer to keep people at a distance, in order to keep from getting hurt and hurting as well.

Whatever, I am going to bed.

-College Nobody