i am so sick and tired of these sympathy pains.
things keep killing me without even trying. it is as if all of the happiness or saddness or feeling of anyone can only penetrate me like a sponge. a sponge i can't wring out. it is so sickening to me; i feel like a robot that only can move or think with the input of another and it it gross. and i am sick of feeling like a member of a troupe of puppets, and i am sick of never knowing what is going on. mostly, i want a planet to be in.