I am a misanthrope.
By definition, I hate humanity.
So think, what am I?
How am I supposed to live with myself, knowing that I live in this disgusting body, filled with the urges of a human, poisoning the world with my existence? My heritage is filth, filled to the very top with corruption and weakness. How can I go on wearing this mountain on my shoulders.How can I live with myself? There is only one answer.
Don't be a human. Be as different as you can.