The only hope the monsters who call themselves the human race create is the hope of an early death. This is how utterly inhumane they are. I do not hope for their mercy but I hope for my death. They won’t help me die because this requires mercy and the other qualities required to be humane. But they make me hope for my death like they’re born evil. And they’ve succeeded again and again in making me hope for my death. Everything will be alright once I’m dead.