I hate what my life is becoming! I put up a love front when I step outside these walls, and the minute I return to base, I'm evil. I'm ugly. I'm not who I want to be, but somehow, I feel like I'm who I have to be. For me to hate the injustice I endure is for me to hate suffering, and if I'm supposed to find joy in suffering, then doesn't that mean I have to find joy in the injustice brought upon me?