The day I die no monster can hurt me anymore. OF COURSE I NEED TO DIE. Because of the difference the monsters who call themselves the human race make to my life. They can’t stop being evil so they force me to live so they can keep on hurting me. They need to keep on hurting me. Even after they decimated my will to live they couldn’t stop hurting me. Because they love to do blatant cruelty. It’s why I’m in hell. The monsters who call themselves the human race control my reality and made it hell. They are monsters after all. This is the difference that monsters make.