I admit that I feel a bit guilty because I can't really relate to Elizabeth's pain here. I was a plain child, a plain teen, and I am a plain adult. I don't have a sparkling personality, either. I didn't know where I was going with this, but I don't know... I know pain is subjective, but I still can't get myself to feel bad about it.

Oh, found at Pandagon. Sorry for goofing off.