I don't hate life, just my place in this version of life. I hate how the human defines life. I hate the human world. A world of money, war, and depression. I hate that scrambling for money, needlessly competing with each other, oppression and exploitation, slavery, murder, theft, and greed ARE life in this world. I hate that life-warriors and the system think that imposing this madness upon people who don't want to share in it is "helping" and "winning" people. I hate there's no off button in life. I hate my human instincts and impulses. I hate that love is more a tool of manipulation rather than a deeply held value. I hate that madness is life, and I hate that there's no easy way for me to end the madness. I hate that my method has a chance to fail. I hate the feeling that there's some supernatural entity that hovers over my existence to curse it. I hate the human world. I hate humans. Life, itself... I don't think humans really know what life is. If there is a meaning to life, humans definitely have no idea what that meaning is.