I wanted to stop you from making me suffer a very long time ago. But I didn’t tell you because I thought you were good. Obviously you’re not and that’s why you couldn’t understand that that’s why I needed to die. I couldn’t suffer anymore a very long time ago but you’re too evil to stop being evil and you’re too evil to be able to care. Imagine what monsters do? Imagine what monsters would do to me after they’ve killed my will to live? Imagine what monsters would do to me after they’ve forced me to live? I don’t need to imagine because I know what you’ve done and continue to do. All because you’re evil.