There are times I'm remarkably bad at separating myself. I let other people's problems feel like my own. Hell, I let the problems of people loved by people I love feel like my own. Bits of me go off to follow each thing.
It feels, physically, just like dehydration. When you wake up hungover, or get to four in the afternoon and realize you've had only coffee all day.
A kind of depletion.
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