Dear... Egrosa
Everything you can imagine is real. When you say that it doesn’t exist, you can’t fight the truth that this exists.
If I’m right, that will make me monster. I can’t tell, personally, what is happening. I absorb other’s emotions and act like them. I’m an empath and just can’t handle it right.
I’m afraid that one feels angry and we destroy ourselves.
But hey, you don’t believe in me, but I believe in you. And I know you and know how you feel. I just feel others too, that’s why I say shitty things.
Hey... I want you to know. You’re not alone. I will remember you forever, I just have to act like I don’t care because you sometimes make me feel empty. Or you felt empty at that moment.
If you let me, I’ll be your friend forever. Because I know, and I’ve seen everything you have to know.
We met for a reason. Your depression, and me being an empath.
Please give me a reason to stay.