i just wanna be happy || weeks six and seven.

incidentally, i didn't take the last photo, my best friend did, 

but i couldn't resist putting it in my project fifty-two, so there you go.

i want to say something about how we have the outlook of

happiness, but on the inside we're just as miserably as the 

next guy, but i think that what i wrote for week six can justify that without

repetition. so:

"remember what it was like when we were kids, 

and all we cared about was playing with daddy after work and what 

new games we could come up with and how we would 

become superheroes when we grew up. but now, in a life that 

is so complex and full of angst and anxiety, pressure and 

barely-getting-by, we forget what it meant to be truly happy; 

we forgot the feeling of flying when our dads laid us flat in their 

arms and ran across the room. we forgot about wanting to 

stay up late and then getting up early. we forgot the knock-knock 

jokes that didn't make any sense and the excitement when mom would 

make our favourite breakfast. maybe, sometimes, if we still have anything 

left, we should go back and look through the 

piles and boxes of our childhood necessities and remember what it means to 

smile, and to not hide anything behind it."

maybe from now

on, i should just use what i wrote for my photos and

share it with you. 

happy august, all.

xx.