The Mind Reader (story)

I hate it. I sense the things in everyone's head for miles around me. It's nothing but a cluttered mess of thoughts and feelings, sensations and images. Nothing makes sense. It's so difficult to write this because I keep on seeing and feeling so many things. And i hate it because I forget what's mine and whats someone else's. Do i feel the warmth of the sun? is that someone elses feeling? don't know. Just trying to write but it's so hard to remember what I'm doing. Can't focus on anything when feeling everything. and sooner or later the pain. someone will get their heart broken or will be hurt and I will feel it. i just laughed. Somthing funny about imminent pain? No somebody else must have heard something funny. risk of feeling pain cant be funny. it's scary the risk of pain is scary. i hav to keep writing. need this to remeber who I am. scared to forget what thoughts is myown. Writing sofast feel urgency. Is this urgent? got an image of messy paper with math problms on it. Somebody else's homework is late. This isn't urgent. I can take my time, use grammar. Have to keep writing so when I wake up I have a somthing that helps me remember where others end and I begin. What's my name? I don't know. Whenever I try to think of my name a dozen pop into my head. Don't know which is mine and which are just people thinking of their name. Horrible fear. a knife. Not being stabbed. somebody else is. hurts theyre dyeing.god ithurts ithurtsithurtsithurts.