Monday, December 22, 2014

Happiness is the meaning of life.
You don't make me happy. You don't want me to be happy.
You are not happy and can't stand to see anyone else happy.
You look for trouble. You find fault with everything and everyone.
You are Miserable Mr. Misery, in all capital letters.

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