It's gorgeous. I positively cannot stop looking outside and wondering why there aren't enough days like this in the tropics. Goodness, it's lovely. It reminds me of the days in which I would read Harry Potter and watch rascals trick-or-treating, and the big tree in front of my house would actually have leaves falling all over the place. They're not orange and red like the ones in Central Park, but it's good enough for me. That breeze is just making my step spring up a little more than usual.
If you would have seen me then, you might not have recognized me. I didn't like anyone, I hated everything, and every time someone would ask me "How are you?" I'd very gloomily answer "Alive." and walk away in a hurry to a corner and just sit in silence. I've always been the hyper, outgoing, social butterfly of the group. These days, I didn't want to do anything or see anyone, much less interact with them. I'm proud to say I got over those days of depression and finally saw the light. Maybe it was all the stress, maybe it was the bad influences I'd gotten around to hanging out with. I don't know what it was, but am I glad it's over now. I never expected to fall into such a deep low, but I did. Everything made me upset, and nothing was worth living for.
I don't know when exactly I made the choice to live again. Maybe it was sometime between the winds and the rains, I can't remember. It's not that important anyway. The only thing that's really important is the fact that I made it. I can't pinpoint the minute I decided to pull myself out of the darkness, but the second I surfaced from the murky waters and took in the crisp autumn breeze, I knew this was how I had to be. It was a decision made in an instant of desperation, the lowest low yet to come. I'm glad it came to that, because it changed everything thereafter.
