I hear you big time, Meg. No one ever lets me complain here either, and I can't count the number of pizza parties I've made myself sick over, telling myself I'm so stupid, why did I eat that crap, I'm so sick now and it's all my fault. I've wished horrible diseases on all of my friends so that they'd know the pain I was going through and delighting myself with the image of them suffering (insert maniacal laughter here).
But it's all about the idea of suffering alone, that you *can't* make them understand. I really appreciate coming here and letting it all out. Rant away! I love reading the messages here because I am there and totally get it.
They say pain deepens empathy and hones your intellect and sense of humor. Down the line, those horrible people who peaked at 17 are going to be big nothings in the personality department. I've got a cousin who fits that description and let me tell you, it was hell growing up in her shadow, and now it is sweeeet being compared to her.
All my best,
~nel~
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