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I had a Pumpkin Spice Latte for breakfast last night.

My sleep schedule continues to dwindle down any sense of energy I might have. I can’t seem to stay awake when I want to be awake, but I can’t fall asleep when I know I need to sleep.

Caffeine effects me greatly, so I try not to drink it too often. I was told it also heightens anxiety, so that worries me. Everyone seems to love Halloween. I don’t particularly like costumes, at least the scary ones. I think the fun, cute, and silly costumes are nice, though, and usually they put some sort of smile on my face. I don’t particularly like costumes, though. I always get super excited any time I get the urge to dress up, Hallow’s Eve or not, costume or not.

Every time I put something together, it never looks quite right.

I know it’s not right for me to picture something in my head then automatically assume that it’s going to look that way once I put it on, but I’m a hopeful optimist. Unfortunately, it’s hard to stay optimistic when you’ve run out of hope. Is hope able to be regained like a car chugging through the night on a full tank of gasoline until the fumes are puttering out, clinging to the last known energy sustenance it knows?

It’s a car, it doesn’t know when the next time it’ll get filled up will be! I don’t know if it’s like that, though, hope being regained, that is.

Maybe you’re given a set amount of hope at birth, and that’s the ticket to keep riding the train of life, but once you reach the destination, you have to get off the train. I’m lost, and the train station I was left at is empty, all but this path to what looks like a dark, mysterious forest. Maybe it’s a magical forest filled with friendly fairies, flippantly foraging for fun.

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