Sometimes you’ll go and think about how fucked up you are, and how bad you are at with coping with life, or relationships, or feelings. Or you’re the one on your own, wondering how everyone around you got to where they are with their fuckedupness. And in both cases you’ll either realize you are just as fucked up as anyone else, or how everyone is just as fucked up as you. This feeling is always universal but it rarely provides any comfort.
