She who pleads for attention and sympathy is weak. She who lets jealousy vanquish her is weak. You are weak-willed and weak-minded, the definition of an ill soul who cannot cure herself no matter how hard she tries. You feed off of those with power; you feed off of them and ruin them. I hope some sense of realization occurs in your pea-sized brain, because until then, there is a special place in hell for you.