I hate happy atmospheres. They are unsettling. But i seem to be thrusted into the early eighties world where it was a time of lightheartedness, good tidings and bright colours far too often. I seem to notice everyone smiling and laughing with big ass plastic earrings in yellow or hot pink when i was in everything cold and dark, like an old throwback to the sixties or the seventies, or maybe to an unhappy time and palce that everyone who surrounded me din't remember or had never even been to in the first place. I try and fit in wearing smiles and tossing jokes whenever i can. But deep inside i feel like some stoned actor in a slient black and white movie who'd accidentally fallen into a circus act.
Quote: "I'm not depressed "
