How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn't have any substance at all? Like when you've split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. 'Plenty more fish in the sea,' they'll say, or 'You're better off without them,' or 'you can do better than them anyway', They never really understand, because they haven't been there, every day, every hour. They don't know the way things have been, the way that it's made me, the way it has structured my world. They'll never realize that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don't understand the history, the background, don't know the memories that hold me up. Ultimately, they don't know me well enough, and they never can. Everyone's alone in their world, because everybody's life is different.