You idiots haven't suffered ten seconds that weren't self-inflicted. Your concept of suffering is that people refuse to endure you at your worst, won't remake themselves as tools solely for your enrichment, sacrifice their own lives to your egos, and carry your clueless asses from cradle to grave in a twisted parody of living because you fundamentally misunderstand the point of existence and the closest you ever come to joy is corroding it from the world around you.
The thought of you as leaders when you have nothing but contempt for all living things hating the very idea that anyone even tangentially benefits from actions you take even for your own survival and have so little idea how to live your own lives that you've constructed an elaborate hellscape of fantasy in a perverse imitation of the most shallow visual summary of the lives of others - of people you despise for having normal lives and feel compelled to actively undermine them - swings past comical into tragedy and loops around the spectrum right back to comical. I've had Tuesdays worse than your combined lives and I'm still standing. I've been betrayed by more people than you've ever met, by people nobody should ever expect betrayal from and I still care for others. I have legitimately craved the peace of death so much that it overpowered my fear of oblivion and yet in the darkest hours when I'm piecing it all back together I'm the one who better understands the will to live while you simply wallow in resentment, fear of consequence, and self-pity. If ever I had taken the direction of things as twisted and broken as you I would surely not know even the fleeting moments of love and kindness in my life that keep me going, that make me desire a life lived on my own terms. I would just be a creature of spite looking to claw at everyone around me and lap the blood from their wounds as sustenance hating every moment of existence but completely averse to doing anything about it until the good will of others keeping me alive that I wouldn't even bother noticing except to demand what I am "owed" by them finally ran dry and I rotted in place.
I ran out of pity for your kind ages ago. Pity, along with hopes, advice, good intentions, patience, empathy, and understanding are all things you befoul and take advantage of when people make the mistake of trying to share them with you and pull you out of the fetid pits you entrench yourselves in. You're more inclined to pull others in than drag yourselves out.