summer blues.
Summer is the hardest time for me.
This sounds odd, but as I’ve got older the more it has depressed me. When I was young, summers where the happiest time. [insert nostalgic fuelled dreamscapes here]
But now its just pressure, and today the pressure is mounting. It’s been a fairly steady few months but as soon as the weather warms and the sun shines I descend beneath the duvet.
I look outside and…
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