Hurt

Mired in a world of hurt, I find the internal discourse shifting away from narcissistically questioning the rejection of the other, and toward validating these feelings altogether in the grand scheme of things. There has been greater hurt, in response to greater spurn, but oh how the experience, experienced, precludes any rational stratification of woe and pain, such that a mere scratch, inflicted on one's own body, becomes tantamount to the genocide of nations.

And so in this I refuse to feel guilty, and indulge in my self-defined suffering. Judge me if you dare.