I have so many reasons to die. Because this is what the monsters who call themselves the human race do and do well. They’re never satiated by giving me one reason to live and letting me die. They very idea of helping me die is something they detest because if I died then they couldn’t make me suffer anymore. But if they keep on making me suffer and if they keep on making me want to die then they get what they want. They are monsters after all. This is what they want to do to me. Because they love to see me suffer.