Tell me a way to get over it all.

I've always been the sensitive one, always tried to mask my feelings, always. Maybe that's what you do when you're the eldest child. When you want something, but you would rather have your siblings have it. When you wish for something, but you know you can't, because it's impossible. That is life, how you live. Each day. That is the norm.

But then you struggle growing up, growing up to feel what other feel, growing up to learn there is more suffereing than your own, so you saddle your own, and time and again get burdened with grief around you, you shed some here and there, but you move on, and carry most of it with you. That is the norm.