I used to feel so much empathy for people. I would have to be so sad. Or so happy. Either way, it was fake. The emotions weren’t mine, which, in a sense, means they weren’t real.
But now I’ve changed. I don’t have to feel everything for others. I don’t have to protect them. I can just be myself now. I can feel what I’m feeling, and take care of my own life. Or even let someone else take care of me, once and a while, instead.