On one hand, I feel like I have no skin at all and am completely transparent; hence, the self-consciousness.
On the other hand, I’m the nobody-understands-me type who finds distance comforting, if not necessary; hence, the impenetratable bubble.
On one hand, I feel like I have no skin at all and am completely transparent; hence, the self-consciousness.
On the other hand, I’m the nobody-understands-me type who finds distance comforting, if not necessary; hence, the impenetratable bubble.
Isn’t it better to be overly sensitive than to be thick-headed and daft?
What if we had no skin at all? And just walked around trying to see who can be more grotesque?