The reason that you exist on this planet must be purely for my torment. You have provided me with nothing but a plethora of negative emotions and multiple mental health diagnoses. My only objective as of now is to get rid of the mass of filth that you are and free myself from this perpetual torment. You are the singular reason why I avidly support future moonshots, and in fact, the ability to more economically send people to it. That way we can nail degenerates like you to a cross, and plant it firmly on lunar soil, for your horrific soul to stay far away from our mortal plane. You better pray to the devil that cursed this world with your wretched soul, for no god would support what I can only deem as the lowest form of life in the known universe.