"It's like..." Hamuko trailed off, thinking. She hadn't been able to find a way to explain this feeling, yet, to anyone else.
"...It's like... I don't know... it feels like no one has the depth they usually do. Like every conversation is the same, whether I'm at home with someone or whether I'm passing them in the grocery store. It's so much worse when I try to talk about these feelings, too - like they can't even really grasp what I'm feeling."
Hamuko hummed, unsure why she felt self conscious about it.
"Especially when I get into the more surreal parts of the dream. Or god forbid, started crying about it. I learned really quick to keep that to myself."
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"...It's like... I don't know... it feels like no one has the depth they usually do. Like every conversation is the same, whether I'm at home with someone or whether I'm passing them in the grocery store. It's so much worse when I try to talk about these feelings, too - like they can't even really grasp what I'm feeling."
Hamuko hummed, unsure why she felt self conscious about it.
"Especially when I get into the more surreal parts of the dream. Or god forbid, started crying about it. I learned really quick to keep that to myself."