I grew up as the girl who felt it all— from sadness to nostalgia, the one who cried at the end of a movie, or because she saw someone begging on the side of the road. They told me the world would eat me alive if I kept carrying these foolish feelings, that there was more pain waiting than I could imagine. But that’s the price you pay for a heart like mine— a heart that refuses to turn itself off. Because I feel it all.