Joy

Every second I feel an incredible amount of joy. I cannot remember the last time I was sad, angry, stressed or scared, I can't even remember what those emotions felt like. I don't understand how anyone can feel anything besides happiness: they must be choosing to feel negatively. I've tried to tell others this but every time I'm shunned. The last straw for my family members is when I said that it's not a bad thing the family pet died, because it means we'll have more money. I was just looking at the upside. Because of how others take offense at my thoughts, I try not to speak, but people even get upset at my expression. I always wear a smile on my face, regardless of the situation. Co-workers and friends deemed this constant smile "inappropriate" because my face won't change when talking about "upsetting" things. I've tried to explain to them that by smiling you boost your serotonin, which will make you feel better in a bad situation, but alas, they wouldn't listen. I'll never understand why people would prefer to bask in melancholy or rage than be joyous or optimistic. Apparently it's not "normal" to be happy all the time.

You may be wondering why I'm telling you this: I have a plan on how to escape this miserable society. In my house, I have obtained many IV drips and other equipment. I have an IV drip full of water and one full of liquid-ified food full of nutrients. Then I have a contraption which injects tranquilizers into the body, goes onto a timer, waiting for the first injection to wear off, and then the machine gives you another dosage. You propbably understand where I'm going with this. I plan on sleeping for an entire month. With food and water going into my body without having to go drink or eat, I don't need to leave my bed. The tranquilizers ensure that I will fall asleep even if I'm not tired. My dreams are the happiest place in the universe, so I'd rather stay there than in the real world. When I wake, I'll order more food, water and meds, so I can sleep for another month. My friends and family no longer talk to me, so I doubt they'd support my plan, so can I ask a favour of you? Please don't tell anyone about this. I know they'd wake me up, and I don't want that. I know you'll understand. Goodbye.