being in yo’ feels: the real tea on being an empath

I remember, growing up, if someone was really sad, I felt really sad. If they were pissed off, I felt my skin literally flush with their anger. I would see someone genuinely cry and I would tear up. I couldn’t help it. We’re not talking the tears that come when you want someone to feel sorry for you, and you’re not really crying.

You know the tears I’m talking about.

Flatbush, Brooklyn