And that's what it's like to be a pathological empath.
It's why I stay at home. It's why I don't go to parties, or when I do I quickly get dead drunk. It's why I only make short cameos even when the party is with my family at my home.
Too much loneliness, too much grief, too little love. It's all the barking-all-night dogs one sees. And humans, and even *other* people.