The world is cruel. Why not be cruel back? That is the simpleminded realization I tried to convince myself in believing after I finished my third year of middle school. Here's the thing though, what's the point in putting in all that effort for them? Why give them the satisfaction of watching us try and fail to fight back? One man cannot defeat the entire world, so why try?
These are fair points indeed, but I have come to a different conclusion. If to fail means they were right, and to fight back means they were right, then I'll win without anyone knowing.
I'll become strong without anyone knowing.