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What Is An Empath?
Empath is a person who can feel the emotions of other people. They’re endowed with an almost extra-sensory sensitivity level that most other people don’t have. Empaths filter the world through this faculty and always look a level beyond what most other people see. They can sense the motivations and energies behind what people are saying and doing.
They tend to have a hard time with people who are fake or lie because they can sense it.
I allow people to use my soft heart, to the point of rudeness. I know, they think I'm a naive fool, but they are unaware that they are letting an empath into their mind and consciousness.
Everything has a price.😏
@empathy-takes-practice
Answer to How can empaths control their empathy if it becomes too much for them to handle mentally? by Free-Thinker-of-a-Broken-Heart https://www.quora.com/How-can-empaths-control-their-empathy-if-it-becomes-too-much-for-them-to-handle-mentally/answer/Free-Thinker-of-a-Broken-Heart?ch=18&oid=1477743683599651&share=47ae3bf5&srid=hZ0uUt&target_type=answer
I'm learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.
@free-thinker-of-a-broken-heart
Confused
Still trying to figure out how to use this account. For films? For games? Gifs? A little of all of this, none of this at all? Or just as a blog and for my thoughts? I mean, I like lyrics, I like writing. On the other hand, I don't know if I want to write about my daily life here. I think that would just be all the crap that haunts me every day. Doesn't sound really interesting. My life isn't that exciting.
Thinking about
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Noticing special bout him just thinking of his face :')
Not much here's some ghoap too
Q. what’s your role in a found family ? A. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟. yes, alright, you tell your jokes and do your bits. you break awkward silences and sing silly songs. but what about 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 ? what else makes up the person who makes others feel good ? you're kind. you connect with people. you hate to see others sad. you have a vice or two ( who doesn't ? ) but the point is, you are the epitome of what it is to be human / you're able to encompass the absolutely zany improbability of life as we know it. people are comforted by you. they cherish your spirit &. relate to you ──── but it can be difficult when you're not laughing. comedy becomes a wall to keep worse feelings out, or in. a person who feels any emotion to the extreme will undoubtedly feel others the same way. laughing is great, but . . . perhaps a big reason you appreciate your “ 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 ” is because there's something you can't stand in a silence.
𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 : stealin' from myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ♡ 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 : steal it !
you know a place is classy when it’s in lowercase
bro do you ever think about that feeling you get when you’re in school and excused in the middle of class and so you walk around and watch as a handful of bored students in their classrooms, too hot or too cold, notice you outside their windows and stare at you, envying your brief moment of freedom, and so you hold your head high and walk through the empty halls, nodding in solidarity at the few students who pass, and you just breathe in the sounds; the muffled voices of teachers presenting and students laughing and especially the way your shoes break the quiet with every step, tap tap tap, until you return to your classroom, the ribbon of serenity that once wrapped around your neck yanked off the second you dive back into the loudness of the space, whether it is a buzzing chatter or a resounding silence, the feeling shattered completely the second you lower yourself into your uncomfortable plastic seat? yeah no me neither bro
I wonder why you pop into my mind
It’s always at the worst times. It’s not late at night like it should be
It’s the times when I think I’ve finally gotten over you. That I simply don’t care anymore
Unfortunately I find many times that isn’t true
You’re mean. Perverted. Manipulative. Cruel. But
At times I miss your hugs and the soft kisses you gave me late at night. The way my messages seemed to make you filled with joy. Even the way you used to make me so nervous
Those times are done. Over. I can’t return to them.
I may not be able to stop you from crossing my mind and wondering if you ever even think of me anymore.
But I’ve grown from those experiences and I won’t turn into what you tried to make me
I’m strong just wait for me to fully blossom
poem #7,390
Looking out the window, to the sky, I know I love you and I could be with you forevermore.
And I don’t know if you know that or want that
But it’s the hope that curls inside me
Makes my stomach twist
Warps my mind to its original design
But what can I do, as I always say
As you always listen
Too good to me
Hand clawing from the dirt
Reach for the skies
You could never not be beautiful to me
I would bury myself to see you smile
My love my love, can I say that?
I don’t want to overstep
I never want to hurt you
Understand that at least, I ask
Feels overload
that feeling when you’re sitting in the car or the train or the bus or riding home on your unicorn whatever and you’re just rethinking your life and stuff and then suddenly THAT SONG COMES ON and it’s normally not even that good like yeah okay but now it just absolutely matches your mood like it was made for this moment and you wanna scratch the words in your heart and you don’t know what to do with all the feelings because it’s just too PERFECT Do you understand me
I could never be a main character because I'm sensitive and insecure and depressed and I have anxiety and I would simply die after hearing anything mean directed at me even three times.
Visualize. Cocentrate on the things you want to attract into your life. Stay your authentic self. Do what you always wanted.
❀ Pansy n°7 = I'm "over"-everything.
To begin, yes, it is tiring. It’s impossibly tiring to be this prone to overwhelming.
It never was a secret that I am an overthinker. Like my brain literally never f*cking stops, always fuming and reeling. It caused me too many insomnias - the images, sounds, memories and information in my head running and distorting without break. It’s insufferable.
Yet, that's not all. Sadly it is also difficult to survive overthinking on a daily basis. Especially in a social environment. My brain is just… dying. The world feels and seems constantly against me. I always think that everyone around me is watching and judging my every move. Looking out for the small moments when I’ll mess up and be cringe.
So it’s difficult to allow myself to act as I want because I feel like I will be judged and hated either way, never belonging to the unity. Like I am bound to stand out, to be left out by the social group. To try and avoid that, my brain analyzes everything and everyone but often is irrational. Because I over analyze how people see me, what they might think or feel; but in the end I am just projecting my fears onto them way too much. Yet, I end up stuck, struggling to fit in, alone up in my head thinking I’m not interesting, weird, not worth anyone’s time and hated by everyone.
Nice right ? :)
My mind just tricks me to believe that I am the worst and cringiest person in the world. I have been told before that I question myself too much. In fact, I prefer to - and cannot help but - analyze every situation in which I could be the source of a problem before blaming the other party. I also try to find many excuses for others. Maybe I am too gullible and try too much to see the good in people, or that I’ve been used to caring for others before myself. The problem with this is that unconsciously I expect the same train of thought from others when most times it is not the case. Sadly, it ended up hurting me as it is easy for people to take advantage of my overthinking.
→ Toxic people (narcissistic perverts…) like to make you feel guilty - often through gaslighting - and overthinkers are the pros for that… :/
However, my cousin has been teaching me to find the positive side of those habits that I don’t like. And I came to the conclusion that this habit made me more observant and that when my worries are communicated it makes for good and deep conversations. Apparently it also makes people question themselves more - or so I’ve been told :/.
Therefore I try to be more kind to myself and calm my overthinking by communicating. It’s not easy everyday… But it is so important. As important as speaking about your feelings.
I’m still learning how good it is for oversensitive people like me. I’ve always struggled to speak up about my emotions because I always thought they didn’t have value or importance or even that I was being overdramatic, faking it. it was like I never had a good enough reason to express myself and make people lose time on me, like I’m not worth it.
So I always second guess myself and think about the true worth of communicating what’s bothering me. Because if it’s little and I’m just blowing it or that in the end it turns out I was tricking myself and faking it unconsciously, I’ll just feel ultra guilty of wasting someone’s time and energy. Especially as I strive to make people around me feel good, safe, heard and comfortable (with me). And I know I tend to blow things out of proportion. Like I feel horrible when someone makes a tiny and precise criticism about my work even though I did all the rest well. Because it’s like I disappoint them by not doing good enough.
The problem with me is that “good enough” has to be as close to “perfect” as possible. Simply because if I put energy in it I should go 100% and nail it. If it’s not the case then why waste time and embarrass myself ? Though I’ve been trying to understand - more to assimilate - that everyone’s 100% is different and even that every day’s 100% is different. And that’s completely okay and normal.
I’ve just been taught at school that you have to keep a high constant of activity even though it’s obviously not possible.
Disappointing people is one of my greatest fears. I think that might be why I take things too personally all the time. So many times I tear up when someone makes a remark to a group I belong to, and even if I shouldn’t feel concerned I question myself and feel horrible. “I should’ve thought of it.”“I should’ve done it.”“I didn’t do good.” I hardly let myself fail as I haven’t failed much. So I pressure myself to keep my high average by being the most excellent. Yet I can hardly hold on anymore… It’s logical that I end up burned out. I overdid it and now I'm over it.
I am over with life.
At least that is what I think a lot but I’m working on it. I am trying to be done with being over-pessimistic. It’s not over for me, and if it’s not for you either, dear reader… Then,...
Let’s get over it together <3.
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🔺Original work please do not steal or copy, Thanks.🔺
Like Phases of the Moon
To my parents I am waxing and To my sister I am waning To many I am new, unseen and mysterious. Never do I fully show myself to those around me…only to those I deem worthy, If I present to you in my full glory you must know you are special, you have been chosen to seem me as I am. I am a complex web of something quite simple, built to forever stand out in space amongst the many planets who demand majority’s attention Overlook but not underestimated, I am like the moon. -For the Outcasts