Today I'm feeling sad. It's worse because it's 3am, and usually when I have the house to myself during the night, when my parents are asleep, I feel happy, like the world is for me, even like my heart is dancing sometimes. For some reason I'm just thinking of a little boy I spent some time volunteering with when I was a teenager. I helped at the homework club for Travellers (minority group in Ireland, lots of social problems and very low levels of educational achievement and even basic literacy) and there was a boy there who had just started school. He was five and called Willie. He was so innocent, smiling when he was doing his reading, what he could of it, and I felt so sad knowing all the hurdles he was up against in his future, the odds stacked so high against him, yet he had no clue with his little smile and happy eyes. He didn't even know his fleece was stained, and unwashed clothes are one of the signs of neglect to look for in children, I learned about that a few years after this. I'm thinking of him now and tearing up, how he must be fifteen now since I helped there ten years ago. I hope he has some happiness in himself. Maybe he's happier than I am. Heartbreaking what the statistics tell me he has to deal with, shorter life expectancy, male suicide rate six times the settled population. I'll have to make some enquiries, visit the site maybe and ask around for him. Thank you all for listening to my summertime sadness. Much love to you all however you're feeling today.