pain's not a contest. the dalish might get off on it, oh i've suffered more than you, better keep on being sad, but that's not me.
the mean part of me says you were barely with her, you don't know her like i know shiny - she gave me her name. but that mean part of me's only mean because it's biting back, like an injured dog that's scared. [...] there's so much hurt that i don't know what to do with it. i'm not sad. i'm not a sad person, i never want to be sad. i just want to go on and play. this is hard. i don't like hard.
what i'm saying is what i mean is
your hurt doesn't go away when you talk to me. and my hurt doesn't matter more than yours. i feel better knowing it bothers you. not that it should hurt, but