There is no reason to be happy, really. You’re going to die no matter what. Eventually you’re going to lose everything you have, maybe even the people you love.
You laugh and dance now, but one day you’re going to cry and taste despair, just like me. Don’t pity me if I’m depressed, I’m ahead of you. You should be depressed too.
Can’t you see that this world sucks? What, are you blind? Can’t you see that the rich one percent has turned every one else into consumer slave zombies? Wake up, earthling!
You are doomed! This planet is doomed. Even the sun will one day stop shining, probably sooner than you think. A meteorite could hit at any moment.
And for those who believe in the Bible, have you not read this verse: “The day you die is better than the day you are born.” When a baby is born, you should cry, not celebrate. And when someone dies, you should rejoice.
Depressed people are not sick, they see clearly. Happy people are sick, they live in fantasy and think this world is an everlasting amusement park and that they will never die. Bunch of fools. They should be taking their medication, something to make them see the horrors of living in this useless temporary materialistic place called Hell on Earth.