The difference between you and me is that you have the power to make me want to die. If I had your power I’d do what you do to me.

Advertisements

It’s about what I can suffer and still live. It’s all about what I can’t suffer. That is the basis of a humane suicide system and civilisation. But obviously it’s not the basis of the suicide system and civilisation of the monsters who call themselves the human race. All because they’re evil. Too evil to be able to care about the terrible mental state of suicidality. Because if they could care it would get in the way of their blatant cruelty. It’s absolutely clear to me that the monsters who call themselves the human race will let nothing get in the way of their blatant cruelty. Even after they’ve made me want to die. They won’t stop their blatant cruelty. 

I could have wasted my life being a happy junkie but monsters control my life. So I’m wasting my life fighting for what’s mine. My death. Fighting with words which I know can’t stop the cruelty and the evil of the monsters who call themselves the human race. Obviously they are too evil to care about the truth. It’s my death. I need my death to save me from the monsters who call themselves the human race. I always have needed to die for this reason above all others. The monsters who call themselves the human race have given me so many reasons to die because they can’t stop being evil. OF COURSE I NEED TO DIE. 

I wanted to stop you from making me suffer a very long time ago. But I didn’t tell you because I thought you were good. Obviously you’re not and that’s why you couldn’t understand that that’s why I needed to die. I couldn’t suffer anymore a very long time ago but you’re too evil to stop being evil and you’re too evil to be able to care. Imagine what monsters do? Imagine what monsters would do to me after they’ve killed my will to live? Imagine what monsters would do to me after they’ve forced me to live? I don’t need to imagine because I know what you’ve done and continue to do. All because you’re evil.