“I’m too much. I feel too much.” “It’s better than not feeling anything at all,” he says. His voice is deep and gravelly. “Except people don’t see it that way. They see that I’m too angry and too opinionated. I’m abrasive and let my emotions get the better of me, and that’s a lot for people to deal with, so—” “Who told you that?” I sigh, working to make my tone light, like I’m joking. Like this isn’t the most honest I’ve been with anyone in my entire life. “Everyone has told me that.”
