The "five more minutes" syndrome

You know you'll be tired tomorrow morning.
And you also know you won't have time to sleep anytime soon.
So you should use the time you have know.

Why don't you?
Why don't I?

I don't know. The night is too beautiful to sleep through it.
It shouldn't be wasted.

It's much better than day.
It may be depressive a little, yes, but still...

Scientists say that without the sunlight, we'd be emotionally very depressed and confused.
Well I know I wouldn't.
I'd be happier.
I might get sick if not having enough sunlight.
But I'll stay the way I am.
Or maybe, I'd be happier.

Happier? Me? Utopia.
Never thought about being happier.
It's interesting concept.
For once, be happy for myself.
If I can't make others happy, at least I should try to make myself happy, right?
No.
There is no happier me.
My life is great.
Or am I only telling myself that?
Well, I don't know.


When I read a review for Lana's new album recently, the reviewer said the lyrics were stupid, because she says her life was tough and it couldn't have been, because she has rich and caring father.

What the fuck?

Since when exactly does rich father equal to happiness?
If the kid is smart, and I believe Lana is,
It's exactly the other way.
Dumb kids with rich fathers turn to arrogant little brats. No doubt 'bout that.
But being rich makes your life a little on the edge. The people you know, that destroys you.
If you have your own opinion, you get hurt in a very refined way.
Having your own opinion is painful, after all.
And yet, I believe, worth all the trouble.