November

It's November now, and has been for more than 24 hours. The weather is already colder: the low last night was supposed to be around 29 degrees. Our neighbor across the street finally harvested his huge field of corn on Saturday; it was a fascinating ordeal to watch and the little kids were enthralled with the corn cobs. The number of dead deer on the side of the highways is growing, they are--how is it said?--in the rut? Today is voting day. Today is my cousin's birthday. Speaking of days, I have twelve more days until I go back to my home state and hopefully see friends and visit a college. Midterms are this week and next week for my one-semester classes; I am now approximately 1/4 through my last year of high school.

I honestly feel like I am just going through motions now, not trying to feel anything. It's easier if I don't feel. Feeling equals hurt or loneliness. "It's easier to forget hurt in the daylight; the darkness only makes the shadows of my memories grow larger" (from my own writing, Snapshot of a Lonely Night).
No, right now, I am going to be strong; "I wanted to stop crying and be strong, just like I always was" (Snapshot of a Lonely Night). Kick butt and take names.