You're doing it to yourself aren't you? Why do you yearn for more? Why do you persist in the midst of your r**e, of your exploitation, why do you struggle to continue as you starve and thirst. Why do you grasp at accomplishment?
You're doing it to yourself. Suicide is the solution to all of your problems. Death is the solution to all the ills and torments of life. No good deed goes unpunished- the reward for success is another battle. The reward for sating hunger, is the experience of hunger on another day. You're doing it yourself. One jump and it's all over, one bullet to the skull, and it's finished. One bout of drowning, and you're through, one bout of starvation one bout of thirst. The universe isn't punishing you, you are the one punishing yourself. It has shown you its hand, it makes no lofty promises. It shows you its malice and cruelty, its depravity, bare faced and with no obfuscation. But you say maybe desert is around the corner. You take the whip, and say give it to me daddy. Beat me, abuse me, make me your slut, your whore. Spit on me for 99 days, then show me your love for a mere 24 hours. I want it. I will endure it.
All the malice and torture in this world, we endure as a choice. Kill your fucking self. Kill yourself and end it all. But you're afraid to die, but you want that status, that orgasm. When you refuse to kill yourself, and take this punishment over and over again, you do it to yourself, and it's exactly what you deserve, you depraved masochistic whiny pathetic creature.