You conception of pain is off in its foundations; you will never understand; at least to the fullest extent what life can throw into one's face.
Your sheltered life that you have lead; the way that you treat humanity, as if the world should be handed to you, laced in ribbon and set with stain bows.
You didnt have you childhood ripped and taken away from you, you weren't beat with chains or whatever was handy at the time,
you weren't sexually abused when you were nine, and you surely didn't have to raise yourself form the time you were seven.
My dear you can't wrap you ignorant little mind around the pain the life can cause. You can't see anyone's pain, because the clouds of your own mind are left to dim your sight toward the people that you claim to love.
The time that i spend thinking only of myself is matched by the time that you spend thinking of other's well being and personal feelings, which equals a little under none.
Now see that is the difference between you and me, I break through and leave it in the past, but you continue to feel sorry for yourself.