Notes
your misery is indeed you're own...you create it because you are tired of always playing the good happy and perfect human being, which is just a stage performance for all to see and admire...BOTH the misery and happy performances give attention to you, the actor of the show which makes you exist. BOTH ARE NOT EVEN YOU. You are not even a you...you are an imaginary thing that you are in love with...and you are a slave to.
And then...you will be a slave to that other imaginary thing out there...making his or her stage performance your own...feeding into it...or using it to better your own imaginary thing. Oh how you love it all...
I want nothing to do with you.