it gets pretty bad when sensitivity gets the better of you, it's not as if you wouldn't miss out anything or understand fully what people go through. instead you end up putting rocks on the road you travel, making your life harder than anyone's. and self-inflicted you can't actually blame any one for it. but the basis is always that every one doesn't just have one side, because if you could be happy, you could swing to the other extreme as well. and the belief that it could only get worse if no one attempts to look beneath the facet because sometimes we don't heal, we just forget, and as we forget, we end up losing the things we hold dear.
or.
maybe i'll grow white hair by 35 and i'll die by 55. :O
