You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.

Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

You are Insignificant. One of millions, neither special nor unique. I did not ask for this ignominy, and I resent the comparison. Fine. I don't you like you, either.

They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life's value.

But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates.

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

This means, in a way, that true light is dependent on the presence of other lights. Take the others away and darkness results. Yet the reverse is not true: take away darkness and there is only more darkness. Darkness can exist by itself. Light cannot.