I’m unhappy with life. I’m unhappy at the thought of death. I’m unhappy with the choices I’ve made. I’m unhappy with the fate I’ve been handed. I’m unhappy in my solitude. I’m unhappy when I’m in the company of others. At night I’m unhappy the evening past and I’m unhappy the morning after. I’m unhappy with all that I’ve written. I’m unhappy with all that I’ve never written. I’m unhappy with the regrets of the past. And I’m unhappy with the prospects of the future. I’m unhappy with being unhappy. I’m unhappy at what I can’t change. I’m unhappy with what I’ve changed. I’m unhappy with the predetermined unfolding of the universe. I’m unhappy with free will. I’m unhappy with this. I’m unhappy with that. I’m unhappy here. I’m unhappy there. I’m unhappy everywhere. I’m unhappy who. Unhappy what. Unhappy where. Unhappy when. Unhappy why. I’m unhappy when I should be happy. I’m unhappy when I’m unhappy. I’m unhappy when I know it. I’m unhappy when I don’t. But most of all I’m unhappy with this comic. – Zachary