Summer
It is that time of year again.
The one that everyone looks forward to. The one that I used to look forward to. The one that I still do look forward to, in the hope that maybe this year things will be better.
Summer has been as odd time for me for the past five or so years. I crave the sun. And when the sun does come, it draws a huge black sheet down over my eyes. I am disorientated. Everything is strange. The sun burns until all I can see is black.
Everything looks different. Watching your entire world morph into something that resembles an acid trip is something I can’t even begin to describe. I wish I could attach a video camera to my brain so I could record everything I see and think in my head.
I could put it all down to depression, for that is often the underlying culprit. But it doesn’t explain why things are always worse in summer than at any other time of the year. People tend to be happier in summer and sadder in winter, but for me it is the opposite. Summer isn’t just sadness though. At times, it is almost a complete break with reality.
Maybe I really just don’t tolerate heat that well.
x Kitten of Doom
Kitten of Doom 
😦 can i cheer you up this summer? i’m just about to reply to your facey message xx