I can’t be the only person on tumblr who gets seasonal affective disorder so bad that even the mention of autumn sends them into a dread spiral.  Never has the aesthetic of autumn been enough to counteract my straight up terror at knowing that soon I’ll be having to face winter again and won’t have a normal functioning brain again until May. 

I love Halloween, but that’s about it. After that it is frustration and misery for seven months, and then another month where my brain thinks I’m going mad because I have to adjust to feeling happy.  I don’t know how people get so excited about this, it’s like they’re all screaming that they can’t wait to suffer.