Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world.
The concept of time, as it’s commonly understood by normalpeople with normal jobs and normal goddamn lives, doesn’texist on the road. The nights spread out like the dark,godforsaken highways that distinguish them, and the days runtogether like Thanksgiving dinner smothered in gravy. Younever really know where you are or what time it is, and the outsideworld starts to fade away.It’s cool.
Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I’ve ever heard of to die.
For what it’s worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent state of goddamn mind. I’ve learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit.