Everything sucks. Everyone is tired. And miserable. And lonely. And somehow all of it keeps finding its way into you, like you’re a public museum of feelings. Free admission. No closing hours. You’re not a sponge. But… you kind of are 🧽 You feel people’s emotions—not just the excitement, but the anxiety, the depression, the quiet cries for help. You see people hopping from one party to another, and something in you knows they’re just searching for another escape. You watch p