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A Sad Autumn Girl Regrets
You never know when the other shoe will drop.
Let’s talk. Grab your pumpkin spice latte. Get cozy if you want because this is a doozy. You might want your sweater blanket for this too. Don’t worry, I won’t judge.
I hate to say it, but you’ve become that thing everyone fears in the first few chilly weeks of November: the sad autumn girl.
I know. You’re appalled. “How dare you!” — that’s what you want to say, right? Well, I have to be the bearer of bad news. Someone had to tell you. And it’s a good thing I caught you before you did something drastic like cutting your own bangs.
You want to be cool. You want to be seen. You want to keep up with the trends that will let you be cool and be seen. I get it, really.
I know since I’ve been there. The sad autumn girl is like Gen Z’s version of the manic pixie dream girl. But we try to ignore her because God forbid we get a few movies starring her as the love interest. That would be a nightmare, wouldn’t it? Then the sad autumn girl would die a slow death as a cliché.
I know, I know, I know. It’s a lot to take in. Breathe. Here, take a sip of this apple cider. It cuts through the aftertaste of that pumpkin spice.
