Poor thing. I am so sorry for you.
Don’t you hate pity? No matter how lousy I feel, I don’t want to be pitied. Sympathy I’ll take, just barely, but pity? No way. Fuck off.
No one who pities me can be my friend. A friend will say: I feel for you, but bear up to the burden, dammit. I feel for you, but you will conquer the situation, you’ll make it! No one who says: oh, you poor thing… can be my friend. That goes against the grain. Gets my hackles up in no time flat.