Communication. It’s so important and yet it feels so impossible sometimes. I still feel like there are walls that I can’t break down. Doors I’m not supposed to open. Things you write about but don’t talk about, which only furthers the walled off isolation that I perceive but can’t seem to break through.
All this highly-sensitive shit? I wish I didn’t have it. Because then I wouldn’t be able to pick up on these things and none of it would bother me.
I wouldn’t feel this helplessness. This unresolvable frustration.