I can smell my sweat. Gods, I didn't want to have to write that. But I can. I can feel my sweat. I can feel it running down my face. I can smell it. Almost every day this week, I've felt this sweating. I think I'm just never gonna be okay. My body must be more liquid than solid, because the amount of sweat I produce feels inhuman. That's hyperbole, but it feels like that sometimes.
If there was a lesson here, it might be to work on my posture. If I sit straight up, sweat doesn't drip into my face as easily. But it's hard to sit straight up when I'm used to leaning over, and it's hard for me not to sweat. I sweat every time I get excited or stressed or feel any kind of strong emotion. So I'm just constantly suffering.
I had to take my shirt off. I had to, because I was sweating too much. I'm miserable, I swear to the gods. I feel like this world just wasn't built for someone who's clearly this sensitive, like I am. I hate it so, so much. I just hate it. sigh...
