i’d like to be happy sometimes, but my mind is always reminded of all the people suffering and dying around the world. it would just seem so stupid to be happy, when there are so many people unhappy. if these people are right there in front of you, you wouldn’t be happy, you would be sad. and if i say that ‘this is life, and these things happen, and it shouldn’t stop us from having a gay old time’, right there, right in front of those people, you would look at me like i’m crazy. but why does physical dimensions matter? in my mind they are always there, begging for help. so how can i be happy?