Sensitive.

There's two sides

Through my eyes the world is brighter.

More colorful.

And most definitely more intense.

I feel even the slightest movement.

I realize the smallest change in someone's tone.

And trust me if you were to walk through the hallway with my point of view, you would see why I hate it so much.

It's not all bad though.

I see the beauty in everything.

Down to the smallest detail that not even the most thorough eye could detect.

Like I mentioned earlier, the world is more colorful.

Which makes life more interesting.

You look at a parrot and say "oh how beautiful it is, look at all the colors!"

I look at a parrot and say "oh look how beautiful, there's so many different shades of blue!"

Now it's time to show you the difficult part.

You walk through a hallway and think "ugh this is crowded, oh well, it's not that bad I guess, I'll be in class soon."

I walk through a hallway and think "oh my gosh there's so many people, EVERYONE IS MAKING SO MUCH NOISE WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW."

So there's two sides of this disorder.

The really good.

And the really bad.