Self-pity is truly the most destructive and repulsive of qualities. I'm convinced venting is as good of an idea as channeling anger and frustration through beating a boxing bag or screaming into a pillow. It's ineffective and useless. Thinking of myself and all my many ailments has been so destructive and I don't blame family members for getting bored with me. My mother would always mock my complaints by quoting the scripture "Woe is me, woe is me". This is a pathetic attitude and I won't let it define me anymore, even online.