September 1st tomorrow. I bloody hate the “ber” months. Clocks move. Cold and dark. Halloween, bonfire night & Xmas shoved down our throats at every turn.
I hate pumpkin flavoured stuff, I hate fireworks, I hate the word “autumnal.” I don’t want to get cosy with blankets and eat soup and light candles. I want to sit outside in the sun and eat salads and wear suncream.
I’m extra bitter this year because my mum died in June. Wake me up in 2026.
This post is just a rant hahaha, anyone else? Or am I alone in my end-of-year hatred?