Reading a stranger's writing that completely encompasses the most complicated emotions that you have ever felt, that you thought were unique to you, is the most treacherous and comforting feeling, all at the same time. It intensifies everything, almost to the point of being unbearable, because now you're not only living your struggle, but someone else's as well, because it is just the same as yours. And because you relate to it, and you know it so well, it hurts infinitely more than any other type of foreign pain that you would try to sympathize with.