If there was only everlasting pain and discomfort and feeling down, and no pleasure, no pleasure except the trickles of memories, of the past gone by that used to feed an insatiable need to be happy, so insatiable it became impossible to fulfill and suddenly, the source stops trying. I wonder if there is someone to blame for wanting to be so happy. Surely we don't deserve to be -- there are people who definitely are not, so why should we be? But we would be doing an injustice to everybody who tries to make us happy, and there's always somebody, but when we want so much of it and the flow simply stops, does that imply that the source is unhappy too? Or does it simply mean that everything you are fed leaves you, because above your insatiable need to be happy is a greater, more impossible, more voracious and more overwhelming need to make somebody else happy? 

Where do you draw the line?