How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?

Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

Maybe the new me will be different.

They don’t think “I care,” “I hurt,” or “I have feelings.” It just seems like I’m always “wrong,” always “selfish,” always “self-centered” and everything else that’s negative and destructive.