all of my life I’ve been told I’m too sensitive. And as hard as I’ve tried to mask the soft underbelly of my emotional nature, the allegations are true. There are few things that are harder to hear from someone who is supposed to love you. Like there’s something inherently wrong about the way you experience the world and there’s a right way to do it that involves a level of apathy, callousness, and selfishness that is so out of character for you it feels like you’re wearing a costume.
Still..
There is something defiant about caring despite.
There’s something primal and human about it all.
I feel the full spectrum and the full weight of whatever I’m experiencing, and I feel yours too.
