My happiness comes through my friends. If my friends are happy, I am delerious. If my friends are sad, I'm miserable.
I'm not used to this. It's odd, it used to be only me, no friends. And now this. More empathy than I can deal with.
I'm not complaining, mind you, I'm just thinking. thinking thinking thinking.
I think too much, it causes me problems. I overanalyse, disect. Remember.
Edited to add: The reason I never comment is because I cannot critique well, not can I express why I like something.