“In my family; Father, Mother, and Grandmother all hated each other. I was the trash can into which they dumped their hatred. That's why I only thought about beautiful and warm things, fun things. But after I met you, I understood. No matter how many beautiful stories I made, they were all lies. Because the person telling the stories, me, was an ugly and dirty creature.”
“I wanted to hurt you, make you suffer, and make sure that you'd never forget me.”