Im in my late 30s but i still loose sleep over passing comments made to me by friends in my teen years. 

At the inevitable end of every relationship im told i will get over it. I never do. The hurt becomes a part of me that grows with every new percived rejection. I take it with me and carry it close. I nurture it until it blossoms. 

The hurt and everything that comes with it have taken over and who i was or could have been is pretty much forgotten.