I do feel this in a way..to end my suffering is to say enough is enough, I do not accept this torture any longer, I do not accept this shitty face and body, I am saying "No" to an insufferable life I did not deserve. If I really hated myself then I would never even think of ending my suffering, I would just continue on, thinking I deserved it. I never really got to be the real me, but I know I would not hate who and what I could have been if my circumstances were different. So many times I am accused of hating myself-as if I were commiting a crime-when I was never even allowed to BE myself, people conflate hating our situations with hating our very beings. It's just another way to blame us.
And honestly this whole self-love movement going on can be quite problematic. Not everyone should love themselves, some people are horrible, self-indulgent human beings who could stand a little self-hate. Also, criticism of the self can promote growth to a better self.
Either way, I'm not killing myself because I hate myself, I am killing myself because of things outside of my control which constrain and suffocate me, while I am forced to watch the world pass me by. I am killing myself because I don't deserve to experience any more pain while enduring the cruel fate of being a silent witness to other people's fortune. It's an act of mercy and defiance..and yes, you could say it is an act of love.
You post reminds me of this:
When God fires you in life, you say, "no, I quit!"
I would love to pull a Satan and tell God to go fuck himself. Unfortunately-or fortunately, depending on how you look at it-he doesn't exist.