Sometimes, you get hurt. Really hurt. When the people you respect don't understand you. It feels really bad that people who you think are fighting the good fight seem to be siding wi th the devil. You don't know what to do.
But then, it makes me stronger. It makes my will stronger, convictions stronger, that in the end, you will win. What you stand for will win. No matter what. Or, I'll make it win. At any cost.
Here's battle cry: I won't give up. No matter what.