Perhaps...

I'm seriously thinking about bashing my head in with a rock until I'm brain damaged. They say ignorance is bliss and intellectual people are less happy than others. I'm jealous of retards because they're too stupid to feel pain. I'm jealous of psychopaths because they don't feel anything. I just don't wanna fucking feel anymore

If I were rich and famous, fucked the girl I loved, never experienced heartbreak and abuse, would I finally be happy, or would I find something else to be miserable about? Perhaps I'm just a naturally pessimistic person, perhaps the darkness is where I belong.