One of the problems is, there's always someone that has got it worse than you do. But are you not entitled to feel bad for yourself or admit that you have a rough time anyhow? I guess it is indeed a matter of perspective.
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura