Since I was young, I had inherited the gift of being sensitive. As I grew up, the world shaped me into the mold it had desired me to be. I still had the touch of sensitivity within me, but I also noticed how much my environment lacked it. I did, as many have, had experiences that clashed with my sense of empathy and at times I have been conflicted. What benefit comes from being sensitive? At times I felt like I was exaggerating. A minor inconvenience became a tear, a tear which would produce a river. No one around me felt like I thought they did. At times, expressing emotions became “acting”. I knew that I had to “fix” my ways. By any means, I decided to hold on to myself and depend on nobody else, that is in emotional support. Between witnessing the results of a suicide attempt I went from feeling everything to nothing at all, I had lost it all. Many wondered if I even cared, of course I did, I was just afraid. Where had my empathy gone? Being unsentimental did not fit me like I thought it would. Ignoring my inner self, I decided to pursue my life free of exaggerated sentiment. It wasn’t until one day, I had snapped . “You need to get everything out of you” , they said. I found this very hypocritical, but I knew they were right. Since the beginning, I was gifted with the curse of exaggerated feeling. I consider it to be a curse by the way that it can get me in trouble, but a gift by the way that it reminds me that I’m just a human.