Yes, there's an explanation.

I try to imagine. That I hate life. But I can’t do it. It would be too ghastly. I’d have nightmares. To the best of my knowledge, I never hated life. Even in the worst of times. Always finding reason. To fall in love. With someone  With something. Makes me wonder. If my father hated life. Because he committed suicide. I suspect. That at times. My friend Julie hates life. A few others, too. They fit into the same despairing category. I try to imagine. Some people who wish they were never born. Yes, there’s an explanation. For suicides. Some people. Fall out of love. With life. --Jim Broede