I hate being a hypersensitive. I hate waking up everyday hearing people's hate pain and missery and not being able to do anything about it. There isn't enough alcohol in the world to make them shut up for one minute, or to make them stop hurting, or to help them find a better way to solve things. I hate having the feeling that there is something coming that none of us can handle. But for some reason, I always make it through the days, I don't know why but I just do.