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I'm 29 years old, when did I become so damn sensitive?

As a child I don't remember being emotional or having my feelings hurt other than when someone obviously hit me on the playground. I've noticed the last 5 years at least that I've become increasingly more sensitive, example: if someone doesn't answer my phone call I don't just take it as a personal rejection I feel this sad ache inside that isn't reasonable at all. Another example is if I say hello to someone and they say hi back but don't engage in conversation with me, I question whether I'm likable.

When did I suddenly start having so many emotions over simple things that didn't bother me before? I'm on a mini journey, kind of secretly from family and friends, to figure what's going on with me. Why do I suffer from panic attacks, anxiety, and random emotional episodes. I figured, that blogging about it would help me think things through. I hope this doesn't end up biting me in the ass somewhere in the distance future.

Is it normal for people to grow so insecure as they get older? It's been an entire year since moving to Florida, it's been a year since my first post on here. So hopefully in 2014, I will have more to blog about. I need an outlet, a place to send out my thoughts and somehow reconnect with myself and others. At this point in time, I feel lonely, unable to make friends, and distant even around the people who I love and care for. I just can't figure out where it came from or even where to start to get back from it. So good luck to me, I guess.

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