summer is actually not my most treasured season. it's also not my most hated one. in recent years i started to detest winter a little more, but only because it's getting dark so early and the days are often grey, which messes up my already bad mood swings even more. summer comes right after winter. it's too hot, i am too sweaty, i get headaches a lot. but summer also has nice sides to it. sun's there, the days are long, everything blooms and is colourful, thunderstorms appear more often ( i'm such a sucker for thunderstorms ). even in those times when i overcome my anxiety to go to public places like swimming pools, i often find myself enjoying it. when i was little i was always the first one in the water, my parents had to run after me so i didn't drown ( i learned swimming on my own at the age of 5 because of that - i just jumped into the water and paddled my way through it :D ). i loved swimming and i loved water. those things didn't change, even though ...
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