All my own.

There are very few things that people can truly own. The only things that I can really call my own are my convictions, love, and hate. Sure, most people wouldn't admit to their hates, but I have mine and I hold tightly to that fire. My convictions are very important to me for obvious reasons. I will always know in my heart what I feel is right (or wrong) and there isn't a single person on this Earth that could ever take that from me. I may be naive, but I would feel better about myself doing what I feel is right than conceding to something that may look right and feels wrong. So, very, wrong.