I felt so much, I could not control it. I had to close myself off from the world of experience, I had to make it stop, lest hyper- empathy tear myself apart. I had to
stop. Judge me, please, I only wish I could be strong enough. For what it's worth know that I always ask whether the pain is worth as much as this sanity I've bought.
I miss who I was, I've nearly forgotten; I'll be happier when I'm lost
in the darkness and in thought
where I belong.
When she said she felt sorry for me I felt sorry too, not for me but for the feeling I had caused in her; something I would not allow for myself.