I feel I can read minds. Other people think I am strange, bad. They are very judgemental. It comes across the air into my chest, trespassing my skin and right into my heart. It hurts me so much that I want to cry, and I do, and take care of myself because I am not that bad. When these episodes happen I try to contain myself and keep the tears for later, but all I can do is think on that. And people hate me more because I don’t aport anything, I am shy, quiet. And the thoughts increase. And I only want to scape to a place where there is only myself. To take the thoughts away.