You don't actually enjoy real misery. You just like dark aesthetics. Real misery isn't dark, it is actually extremely bright. Imagine long hot sweaty days wearing a 100 pound backpack and winter clothes since that's what you have to sleep in. Constant humiliation interspaced with stings of rejection and the respondent rage that tears you from the inside. If you want to encapsulate true suffering, look at the homeless in LA. Your emo faggy bullshit is not true suffering by any means.
