In my own hell

It's amazing the fragility of life, and all that we call important. How easily can we lie to ourselves, hurt ourselves. How easily can we lie to others and hurt them.

Feelings are both: overvalued and undervalued. My feelings are always overvalued and others' are always undervalued. Thus, my actions hurt less than those of my fellow beings. But what happens when I see my actions mirrored on those who I love? Which ones weigh the most?