Is it wrong that I feel happy about people dying?
It's not like I'm sadistic, but I do feel happy for those who have passed away. Maybe jealous too but more happy.
Jealous because I want to be where they are. In a better place. I'm not happy for myself though, happy for them, the dead, because they're in a much much better place away from the grim pain and misery that this existence traps within its bounds. I want to be there, where the dead lay, lay in a silence and peace and serenity and calmness.