I think I'm totally unhappy, but that's not because I don't believe in that disgusting bullshit. My head hurts whenever I imagine what it would be like if I still believed in it. So no, keep your fucking heaven filled with ethereal zombielike family gatherings in which the praying never stops, thank you very much.
I'm unhappy because I've got nothing to be happy about at the moment. Should I invent something to be happy about? No, I should not. Something reasonable should come along on its own, or, in any case, I shouldn't suspend logic in order to be happy about the stupidest things.
I'm unhappy because I've got nothing to be happy about at the moment. Should I invent something to be happy about? No, I should not. Something reasonable should come along on its own, or, in any case, I shouldn't suspend logic in order to be happy about the stupidest things.