If only they didn’t decimate my will to live. If only they didn’t cut me so deep that I could never recover. But these things are impossible because of the monsters who call themselves the human race. They are what they are. They’re evil and always evil. So they force me to live to turn my nightmare into hell on Earth. The things they do to keep me suicidal and force me to live define them. Because destroying my will to live wasn’t too much blatant cruelty for them to stop hurting me and lying to me. They can’t stand to see me not suffer.