Easter angst!

It's 5 am and I'm sitting here in my little corner of shattered dreams and
broken promises. Somehow I don't manage to grasp the essential things in life.
Like being happy. What is all that about except pretending to be something
you're not? Just so the people around you will not get nervous and label you
as something bad with their little rubber stamp, like a file put away into
the archives, all stamped and filed correctly. This filing needs to be done
so that in the end of the day those people can be "happy about themselves"
for solving a problem in their own little perception of the world and what
it is like being part of it. You can count me out, I want none of it.