I wish that I felt things even a tenth of the amount you do.

It isn’t necessarily always the best thing. Not when you’re up at 2AM worrying that someone you love doesn’t actually like you or sobbing over something some stranger has written or feeling like you’re a bundle of nerves walking upright and anyone who touches you can see straight into the heart of it all. It’s strange. Sometimes it’s glorious. Sometimes it hurts. Eh.