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I spent a lot of time waiting today. Usually I don't mind waiting (in a hospital or bank are the exceptions), it's time that's useful for daydreaming, sorting thought and thinking up new ones, for taking random pics. Today though, I just felt like it was all time wasted. I wasn't in a hurry to do anything, but the whole time I was anxious like I there was something I should be doing, or somewhere I needed to get to.

Why did my anxiety wait until summer to start hitting again?

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