The Cold is My Fault

Sometimes I'm a little confused. But most of the time, I'm actually confused quite a bit.

There's a lot in this world that I"m trying to understand; I wonder if I'm ever going to get to a point where I just accept things. It would most certainly make some people/situations much easier to deal with. "Deal with" just sounds bad, but I can't seem to find any other substitute.

Perhaps maybe I've just forgotten.

It's a hot chocolate kind of night. Good thing there's some cocoa in the apartment. It's damn cold outside. My toes went numb walking back from studying. I'm convinced it's this cold because I complained about the heat a few days ago.... those days seem so long ago.... really, I just need some new summer clothes to enjoy the heat. It's sad but true that my seasonal preferences are based upon which clothes in my wardrobe I favour the most.

I should have brought my scarf up from home. I left it there on accident. It's ok. I should probably focus on getting a sweater first.