Hmm well what, I guess I’m just depressed because how shit does it feel when you think you make a difference to someones life and it turns out you did jack shit. You believe that somehow you made them a little happier, that their days where a little brighter when you saw them, you helped them forget the world and all the troubles it brought them. But in fact you didn’t. Their day was no less brighter, their troubles no less heavier, at best it seems you were nothing more than a slight distraction. Maybe I’m being my usual pessimistic self, I do hope I am, and maybe all that I though I was, I am. Or maybe not, who will ever know. J’adore.