Pain more desirable than pleasure.

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To hate one's self is to relish in the pleasure of self-misery.  The pain it brings is a familiar comfort.

That chomps you to shreds inside a little more every day, until you wonder, 'what's left of me, now?'

Self destruction for the satisfaction of being broken, depression for the mental comfort of helplessness.  Pain for the pleasure.

Good thread.