私の生きた証拠

From this cyclical nightmare of despair and false hope I shall awaken. No longer will I be held hostage by my memories, precious as they are, for they are of you.

And to do so, I shall become a misogynist. For as long as I harbor feelings for you, I will remain very much alive, but tortured, and bitter.

To be half-dead is the far lesser of the two evils.

If I could hate you, I would. But since I cannot, I shall hate your kind. In that hate I shall find solace, and in it, I shall find strength.

Be gone.