I hate you because you simply can’t stop hurting me even after you’ve murdered my will to live. I want you to go to hell because that’s what you’ve created for me. Because you’re monsters. Because you’re evil. Because you can’t understand what’s basic. If I want to die then I’ve suffered to much so you must never hurt me more. But this is an edict which is born of love. You have no love for me. So I have suffered more than anyone should.