Wishing only wounds the heart...
Sometimes I hate being an HSP. A simple thing, a positive thing, such as someone giving you their phone number, turns into a big (and probably misinterpreted) deal before anything has even happened.
And you find yourself wishing and hoping, when you know that you shouldn't because you always get hurt, you always end up hurting yourself because you're an HSP and you're just wired that way.
And then the positive, happy thing has turned into this negative, dark cloud hanging over you. And you try to shut yourself down, hide away from the cloud, and prepare yourself for the pain of the torture you will put yourself through, and yet you can't help but hope that this time it will be different.
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