I’ve found I am really quite unhappy.
Sure there are things I can smile upon or laugh about from time to time.
But in betwixt those bouts of contentment, I am left alone with the shambles I am really in.
However, I tend to bask in it.
This dissatisfaction has become safe for me, I’ve become used to it.
It is so much less difficult to lie in sadness than it is to maintain one’s happiness.
So I, like Frank, am glad to be unhappy.