I try and try to avoid comparing myself to others, but it doesn't have much affect. I'm less depressive, ok, but I'm still feel empty. And every time I manage to soothe myself, there's always somthing to bring me back to reality, like a violent electroshock, like this story with the girl : I was in a steady state, and she broke everything apart with something really insignificant.

Also, I'm don't really think that there's a purpose for everything. I'm a bit of a nihilist. You say that this post helped people people, but I doubt it; and even if it was true, does that mean that I'm a sort of sacrifice ? Suffering for the common good ?