i'm sensitive sure.
if i miss Star Trek i throw stuff and scream.
i can't stand to touch things that aren't sterile and clean.
i have to wash my hands all the time. i can't handle malls.
things have to be a specific way. i drink a lot.
i'm afraid of bugs and loud noises.
if i'm interrupted i go ballistic. if i'm awoken i'm livid.
i feel rage and desperation, or happiness, or mellowness, or frustration, apathy... i can't feel the way i used to. there's no deep sadness, it's a big rock that fell off my chest because i couldn't stand its weight. i avoid emotion. i felt too much. i'm allergic. or someone took the ability from me. maybe god. maybe aliens. maybe i can't feel happy things either. the way i used to. i can't remember.