I hate it. My humor is melancholic, and my friends know it. I used to be pretty dumb, and whenever they wanted to manipulate me, they'd just do things to exploit my melancholia like make me feel guilty or more hurt than I already was. They'd ignore me or not talk to me, and if I said how I felt they would demand that I stop mentioning my feelings or otherwise tell me that my feelings were false or invalid. They even got me to believe lies about myself to make me feel even worse. I'm getting smarter now, though. I won't be gaslighted anymore. I know what I did, and I remember what I've done, and I was better than they'd have me believe. They don't like how I'm smartening up, and they're doing more to try and use my melancholia to their advantage. It makes them mad. And yet, I feel worse for upsetting them.