Everyone alive is completely insane. There is no real upside to life. Life is mostly bad, and all of the good gets tainted by the bad. Think about it, all of our entertainment is rooted in negativity. When someone overcomes something bad, I wouldn't call that "good" exactly. It's an improvement, but good would be if the bad never existed in the first place. I know they say you can't have one without the other but I think that's total bullshit. A "perfect" world would be better than a flawed one. The trauma isn't worth the excitement or emotional highs you get from overcoming obstacles.

I'd rather be boring and at peace than the twisted fuck I am now. I've never seriously considered suicide and the only reason for that is because I'm fucking crazy. I'm also disturbed by the thought of non-existence, but mostly I'm just an insane masochist like the rest of you. I'm willing to keep living as long as I can still get a hit of those feel good chemicals every now and again. The knowledge that this pointless suffering will continue you for many years would cause any sane man to blow their brains out, but I'm not a sane man, none of us are, because we're all still breathing.