Look, man, I don't know you. I don't know what your life was like. Maybe it sucked. I don't know. I'm not trying to get into a Who Had the Shittiest Childhood contest here.
I never said I deserve a chance to do things right. I never said I deserve anything. I took a knife to my ribs thinking I deserved Tartarus and that I'd be spending eternity there.
Instead, I got sent here. I'm in a world where I have to face people I hurt and try to do things right. I've died before. I've faced the Hall of Judgment. And I'm telling you, living is a hundred times harder. As someone who's alive, you ought to know
I'm on a lot of drugs and should probably not have this conversation right now.