Bittersweet.

Wake up. Survive. Sleep.
That's the schedule when you're in college and people hate you for whatever reason.
Every step you take on campus, every breath you breathe around others makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs out of frustration.
You just want to get out of there, you just want to be ... loved. You just want the nightmare made up of kicks against your shinbones, dirt thrown into your face and spit in your lunch to end.
You don't understand the universe, or God's or karma's point in punishing you. You just go with it. Why? You don't have a choice. It's bittersweet.