Sometimes I know I'm the happiest one in the room. In the room where there's music and there's people and they are young and alive. Maybe I'm too loud, my laughter echoes all around and I'm dancing like a freak. Call it what you want it, but I'm just trying to get the most of this feeling I'm in, in these moments that I can't get enough of. And I look for a flashing camera to capture it. Maybe I'll regret something I did that night. But that day, that grief.
