**In a way, we expect that our symptoms shouldn't affect others.** What we need, after all, is endless understanding, soothing and care. That nobody will ever feel fatigued around us, and has enough patience to just hold our hands and regulate our emotions for us forever.  
  
*But then there's people.* People who make mistakes - say and do mean things, forget important stuff, act selfishly, hurt others in ways they can't understand. I have yet to meet a person exempt from these characteristics. However, when such a perfectly normal human being becomes one's FP, every little thing becomes huge.   
*("How can they even tell their mother her coffee was brewed to perfection when only yesterday they told me there was too much water in mine! This is a direct insult and a reference to yesterday. They are trying to hurt me by bringing up coffee again. Why do they hate me so much? Why do they hate it when I make them coffee, but love it when their mother does?")*  

**...And the things pile up.** We remember what they did, they don't. At the same time, we forget what we did ourselves. Our view of them becomes skewed. They turn into monsters before our very eyes. Subhuman, moronic creatures who just refuse to accept and love us and give us what we need emotionally - and their pitiful attempts become ridiculous, seeing as most of the day they seem hell-bent on going around offending us. Their words of praise mean nothing.   
*("You say you love me? Well, why didn't you watch that episode of Taboo with me when I asked you? I know you like Taboo, and when you just want to sit there with your phone instead of watching a show you actually like with me, you must really fucking hate me! I wish I was more important to you! You're important to me, why am I nothing in your world?")*  
  
**...And then, something happens.** They try to leave. Not even for long, just going to a buddy. You beg them not to. They won't listen, they need a break from your crying and nagging - so you run after them, hold them back. Grasp at their clothes. Tell them they can't, they can't, they can't. They try to get loose, but you cling onto them like a parasite - and then they forcibly push you away. Your back hits the door handle behind you. It hurts. They were violent. They were FUCKING VIOLENT, pushing you away like that when you only tried to prevent them from leaving you. What monsters they are! Why can't they love you? You NEED them to love you! 
   
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**There are no perfect people. None who can take it all. It's a tough lesson to learn, and maybe we never will.**