This is going to seem a bit bizarre and morose but as long as I can remember I have never liked summertime. There is too much time on my hands to think about things, too much stillness, and a weird feeling that because everyone else is happy cos the sun's out, I should as well. It kind of mirrors the uncomfortable feeling I get when everyone else is happy and I have to balance the mood, or the way that I sabotage things that are going too well in my life. But I would say that autumn is definitely my favourite month. There is a kind of understated warmth about it, and I feel much more comfortable when the evenings are longer and as everyone else gets down because of winter actually I find it cosy. I think every time I have been depressed has been in the summer, and every time I have split up with a boyfriend has been then as well. I find it strange the way since I was a kid i have got into this loop of changing atmospheres and moods with the seasons.