I do understand. And I've had occasional bouts of depression for years. Usually I have it under control but if something makes my rejection issues flare up in a bad way, then suddenly I'm curled up in my computer chair, bawling my freaking brains out, hugging my baby blanket to my chest and listening to lots and lots of Assemblage 23 (or Coheed and Cambria's "Causeway to Neverwhere," which is a disturbingly catchy tune with the part that goes "Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops!" over and over).

Oh, and during an 'episode' I'm always asking my friend shit like, "why do you say I'm a better writer? How can you say that? Doesn't that automatically imply that you're inferior? How can I allow myself to accept praise and have people tell me I'm so good because if I accept it, then it's like I'm acknowledging they're not as good as I am, and what kind of horrible person does that?"

...Yyyyyyyeah.