Insanely Happy

Growing up I had a combination of internal and external torment. I was very unhappy, and I was constantly accused of being insane. When I started high school I concluded that I was going to happy even if it meant being insane. I think mental wards are full of people who concluded the same. I was lucky that I did not end up in a prison or a mental ward. Avoiding a prison requires a constant prescience. Avoiding a mental ward requires a constant mental war.