You're a poet trapped in a world that wants spreadsheets.
Your inner world is richer than anything outside it. You feel things at a depth that most people can't access. Music hits different. Sunsets hit different. A stranger's kindness can make you cry. You want the world to be beautiful and meaningful and you're quietly devastated that it often isn't. You idealize people, places, futures — and then feel crushed when reality doesn't match. But your sensitivity isn't weakness. It's what makes you the most human person in any room.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou feel things so deeply that you've built an entire inner world just to survive the outer one.