I can't really put thought to words that well, so I'll make it a deep metaphor.
Me and Maths, this relationship we have, is an abusive one for sure. Every Differentiation application question, every Vector every Induction question, beats me to the ground, but just when I think it's over for me, just when I'm about to drown in past papers, binder notes, tears and my own blood, I get back up, and I pummel the past papers into non existence. Maths truly is an untameable beast, after you do it for long enough, soon everything you look at, everything you know, has a mathematical foundation, computers, ikea flat pack furniture, water bottles. Whenever I try to run, Maths always chases me down; I can never escape.
But despite all Maths' shortcomings, despite how sometimes I want to scream at it, despite how much it beats me to a pulp sometimes, I wouldn't give it up for anything else.
OR MAYBE I'M JUST ****IN RETARDED
From a Further Maths A Level student.