“I hate and I love Why do I, you ask ?I don't know, but it's happeningand it hurts”

“I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know, but I feel it, and I am tortured.”

“Why do you hate me so much?To be honest, I don't know why,but I really hate to feel this way.”

“Odi et amo; quare fortasse requiris, nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. (my translation: I hate and I love, you ask why I do this, I do not know, but I feel and I am tormented)”

“I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.”

“What about me? I love you so much. And I tried to make you go away. I killed you and it didn't help. And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard and that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. I can't. Strong is fighting! It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because...”