Better is subjective. [He doesn't snap this so much as it falls from lips out of habit.]

That's not the point right now though. The point is, sympathy can feel like pity, and I'm not used to receiving either. And I'm not used to feeling this way in general at all; I don't get depressed.

But there aren't a lot of other emotions left for me to feel, now that this weight has finally settled. Panic and despair have a little go at me, every time I look in the mirror now.