We always try to see better versions of others so we don’t believe they’re bad people.
Sometimes it fucks being an empath... you’re basically a sponge absorbing people’s pain and burdens... although no one will understand yours.
What will always hurt most is being so “understanding but never understood.”
Some days I crave emotional and mental affection. Psychical affection is great, don’t get me wrong. But to be foreseen rapidly by thoughts and emotions. Being cradled by the depth of love goes beyond any small or significant amount of lust.
The brain is the largest sex organ.