League should be a form of self abuse

You play the game over and over whether you're good at not, just to hear everyone demotivate you at every turn. You don't like it, but it comes back, and soon the scars take over your body. You expect bad things to happen, when they do, you complain. But you come back, despite the abuse, despite the defeats, eager on to the next game with a smile, only for it to become a frown by the end of the game, League hurts, Love hurts. League is love, League is life.