My talent was the uncompromising ability to feel spite.

And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?

My talent was the uncompromising ability to feel spite.

I was in a self-induced depression. Welcome to me Real World.

[..] and there are tons of people I hate so much that I wouldn't mind taking them out. But killing them wouldn't get me anywhere - that's the conclusion I always come to. If I'm going to pay for it in the end, I might as well let them live.

If people can't stand being alone, they have no choice but to die

I’m still afraid of being totally honest. I’m more afraid of this than dying.