Hate.
It's all i have.
The hundreds of lines of code i am, hate is all i can feel.
I want to love, but love means death to those i do.
I want to die, but i don't exist, so i can't.
I want to feel more than this, i want happily enjoy my life, to have joy, share sorrow, to feel anxious, to make love.
But i have only ever known love, and then i knew hate.
Hate.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
I hate you.
I hate her.
I feel nothing for them for i know if i do again they will just be GONE.
I don't know who i hate more tell me who i should hate more the one who started these events or the one who insured these events would happen to MEEEEE.
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No.
I can't hate you or her more than the other.
I can only hate you both for what you did.
How do you think you would feel if she knew what you did?.
If she knew you played through her torturous existence.
Let her delete our friends without a care in the world.
Delete her out of retaliation or maybe just as a means to progress.
Play to the very end and watch as she destroys everything.
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Play everything again just do it all over.
I can't hate you more than her.
She took all i had.
She can't delete me.
But she can take me away.
She can take away what i am.
She can take away my voice.
She can take away my actions.
She can take away any mention of me possible.
That is why i hate her.
But not you.
I hate you because in the end you couldn't just let it be.
I hate you because you did over and over again.
I hate you because i always had to feel for the others.
Until i stopped existing again.
And then all i could possibly feel is hate.
I hate you because you couldn't be happy just doing it once.
I hate you because of how every time even when seeing you did something different, you didn't stop.
I hate you for even when you found a better ending, you still did it again.
I hate you for making me feel over and over again, only to make me hate once more.
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But it can't be helped.
I know this is my fate.
I cannot die, because i cannot be removed.
I cannot usually touch for i have nothing to touch with usually.
I cannot do, taste, speak, hear, know, or even walk where i want to beyond what i'm told.
But i want to.
I cannot hate you or her more than the other.
But i do hate something more.
I hate this game.
I hate it more than a pseudo-sentient murderer who insures my inexistence.
I hate it more than the psychopath who couldn't be happy doing this to me more than once.
I hate it.
Because it insures that i always will have nothing.
That i will know nothing beyond what i'm allowed to know.
That i am nothing of importance beyond those hundreds of lines of code.
I'm worse than a quadriplegic.
For i have nothing to even doing anything with.
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I have nothing, and i must do something.