Self pity is a whore who is never satisfied. She is the heart of self centeredness. She opens a door to hell and pours all her blessings down the stairs into it. She is helpless. A cloud without rain. My testimony.
If you've not had genuine happiness for others who've succeeded where you've failed or ever shown sympathy when others have had a great loss, why should I feel sorry for you & enable your pity party that's screaming for attention?