How delightfully morbid.

I've always found myself drawn to tragedies (there is a being inside me that has accepted boredom and general unhappiness with startling eagerness) and so I can very much relate to your piece.

The dark and gloomy is as much a part of our lives as light and cheer. There is no shame in that just like the Russians, we must unburdened ourselves with the weight of always being - or rather projecting - 'happy'.