You told me that jellyfish are dumb. They don't deserve the immortality they've been given by God because they are worthless. They don't have any dreams, ambitions, or thoughts, and all they do is float in the ocean all day. Sometimes they eat, and sometimes they are the ones eaten, but that's not really the point — they still give nothing to the world and take everything back. You hate jellyfish, and you made me hate them too. I hate you for that.
It's true that I die, but that doesn't mean I don't want to die. I want to die, and if it means stabbing myself over and over again, I will do it, even though it will never succeed. I do not float around like them, and I do not get eaten. I try to fight, and I try to think of something I can do for God in return for making me a jellyfish. Yet you still call me a floating mess, and I think it's YOU who is a jellyfish.
I can't die, and that doesn't mean I'm worthless. You call others jellyfish because you are a jellyfish yourself. You just stick to anything you can find in the ocean and float with it, slowly injecting your poison into it by telling the lies you tell me. You hate jellyfish, and you think that others will forget that you are a jellyfish if you keep lying to them. That is not true. I do not forget that you are a jellyfish. I hate jellyfish because of you, and I will keep on doing it until you realize who you are and try to do something about it. But you wouldn't succeed, because jellyfish are lazy and don't have ambitions and you are a jellyfish.