I would find it hard for anyone to answer that question with a definitive no. Some thing as small as a good:book, movie, meal, or drug, is enough to make you happy, even if only temporarily. I feel happy when I’m around people who laugh at my jokes, and when I’m able to help those closest to me. I’m also happy when I’m: high, drunk, fucking, and cutting, but that is more a happiness centered on the basest of pleasures. Lastly I would say I’m most happy when jamming on the piano or singing. I realize I have a lot more in my life than some others. I have never wanted to die but more so felt I had to. I still seriously contemplate it but know I will never attempt suicide again. So ask yourself if life is worth living to have that happy feeling again. Maybe it’s not, this isn’t some cheeseball attempt in hopes you wont kill yourself; just an insight that I had thought to myself and decided to share.
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That question is not quite the right question. i don’t like it.
Any question is the right question as long as it is asked,
Happiness is my drug… I’m addicted to the thought of being happy and that itself traps me in misery. For happiness is my unreachable goal… Everytime I taste happiness my idea of what happiness is becomes less and less obtainable.