Out of my gourd
I feel like hanging black cloth over all the windows. Instead, I hauled out ye olde box of leafy-gourdy Fall decor and prettied up the front porch.
I feel like drowning my sorrows in a bag of Skittles. Instead I comforted myself with a small handful of M&Ms.
I feel like never, ever, EVER forgiving. Instead, I'm forgiving again and again and again.
I feel like maybe I should stop writing because what if I make people uncomfortable? Instead, I'm going to write on this blog every single day this October.
Buckle your blog-belts.