In the moment when I truly get why other people don't love me, know how much they shallowly love me , then in that very moment I sink into depths of despair. You know, I think it's unfeasible to comprehend the essence of someone, what they desire, what they believe and not feel so gloomy that it makes me feel like killing my existence the way they love me. And then, in that very moment when I feel shambolically sad... I exterminate them— that's what makes them feel like shit for what they cannot grasp.

"But from a fleeting past nothing lasts, after individuals are dead,...