Friend:I understand what you're going through, I'm here for you.
Me (In my head):Do you really understand though? Do you spend all your time thinking of ways to kill yourself, thinking of how instead of looking both ways before crossing the road you could walk and make your death look like an accident so less people would be hurt by it? Do you spend all your night cutting and purging? Do you hate every inch of yourself? Do you go to sleep hoping you don't wake up in the morning? Because I'm pretty sure you don't, so no you don't fucking understand what I'm going through.