and you are a different person from Sylvia Plath. maybe use this as an exercise in figuring out why you think people only deserve sympathy for their struggles if you deem them worthy or relatable. part of growing from your teenage years into an adult is learning how to actively empathize with others instead of applying your limited perspective to all situations. this is an instance of that. I’m sure if someone read your private thoughts half a century from now they, too, would find things to mock.