Love Hate Relationship

I have a love and hate relationship with this darn place. I hate it, hate it, hate it. That was yesterday.

I hate the mean twilight zone that separates us from them that clearly lacks of warmth. I hate being ruled by indecisive, tyrannical rulers with the ability to smile through a lie and a knife in hand. I hate having to be blamed for shattered pieces of china broken by the very one who broke it. I hate seeing innocents traumatized and transforming into pushovers. I hate not being allowed the use of my brain upon entry through its doors. I hate the moronic nitwit, I'm slowly turning into. I hate desperately remaining my cool at every single knife cut directed at my veins. I just hate. I love and that was an hour ago. I love being able to do the job that I want to do. I love the negligible bit of kindness shown to me. I love the stupidity of people with the inability for simple comprehension, which makes me laugh. And of coz, the friends I made here, I love.