sometimes i’m convinced that i don’t exactly have feelings of my own. i’m very empathetic. if the people around me are sad i can feel it a tenth-fold more deeply within every cell of my body. if something horrible happens it feels like the weight of the world is crashing down on me. if others are happy my heart feels fuller and i’m buzzing with excitement. but then when i’m alone, even if solitude is the state i’m most comfortable in, i can’t help but notice the lack of emotions i truly have.