Oh my god! Some people are such babies!
And no, I do not have 180 stuffed animals in my room...and by I don't, I mean I do.
But at least emotionally, I am mature. I go through life, take my bumps and scrapes, my knocks and thumps, but I get up and move on. Yes, I have lost friends, family, and other people who are, or at least were, important to me, but I don't wrap myself in my own self pity,.or at least not for long. I was surprised at myself. Recently, I thought that I would weep until my eyes dried up, but I didn't shed one tear, nor feel any remorse. I wish people would unwind their metaphorical scarf of self pity, and get on with life. Okay, so you didn't get into Cresent Idol, or whatever, but I find it so annoying when someone hurts someone else, and then they feel sorry for themselves, when the one they hurt just wipes it off and fills their rooms with stuffed animals.
Geez, get over yourself.