“I hate this fear. I hate this. I hate this world.I hate it that nobody needs me.I don’t own this world.I’ve had enough. It’s not supposed to be my fault. Only now..Only now that I realized..I hate this world now,living in this world where ‘promise’, ‘bond’ and ‘eternity’ don’t exist,and living in a world full fo strangers is a very, very scary thing.Scared that there’s no guarantee that I’ll be loved.You can’t be living with people surrounding you forever. You just cant.The world is too scary.- Akito”

“I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love.”

“Hating people isn’t a productive way of living. So what’s the point in hating anyone? There’s enough hate in the world as it is, without me adding to it.”

“I hate things! I hate all things! I hate and hate every single tiniest thing. I hate the world.” said Fuchsia aloud, raising herself on her elbows, her face to the sky.“I shall live alone. Always alone. In a house, or in a tree.”Fuchsia started to chew at a fresh grass blade.“Someone will come then, if I live alone. Someone from another kind of world - a new world - not from this world, but someone who is different, and he will fall in love with me at once because I live alone and aren’t like the other beastly things in this world, and he’ll enjoy having me because of my pride.”

“The world is full of hate and painMust words be hateful too?”

“A life without pain: it was the very thing I had dreamed of for years, but now that I had it, I couldn’t find a place for myself within it. A clear gap separated me from it, and this caused me great confusion. I felt as if I were not anchored to this world - this world that I had hated so passionately until then; this world that I had continued to revile for its unfairness and injustice; this world where at least I knew who I was. Now the world ceased to be the world, and I had ceased to be me.”