"And that you have a mental illness. Am I right?..."
"Are you a burden to others?"
"It must be a lot of trouble to take care of you..."
"Then how will you make up for it? I don't think you can."
"I wish you didn't exist. Wouldn't it be easier?"

I hate my disease.
I...
I became guilty of this damn disease...
I hate...
The pain of big nails that sink in is great.
"Ah...I...m...hate...hate..."

I hate!
From everything, doctors, beds, hallucinations, unconsciousness, weakness, incapacity, shortness of breath, heartbeat, even from those whom I caused trouble.
I hate.
I hate.
I hate...

I wish I didn't exist. It was easier. Much easier.
I hate this too.

A hammer keeps hitting my head.
I am a bad person.
I am a bad person.
My head hurts... I'm bleeding and it's blocking my vision.
I'm a bad person...
I'm a bad person...
I'm a bad person...
I'm a bad person...
I'm a bad person...

I hate myself.
from my life
I hate myself.... Hate.
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