It’s hard not to hate; people, things, institutions, when they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Hate is the only feeling that makes sense, but I know what hate does to a man: tears him apart, turns him into something he’s not, something he promised himself he’d never become. That’s what I need to tell you to let you know how hard I’m trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart.