Hypersensitivity in A transparent lockbox

I feel so abruptly raw sometimes. When I touch the cloth and the fabrics I feel like it becomes part of me, and I feel each microscopic texture that is on it. When the wind is howling in this distance, it sounds like cats screaming at me. Sometimes I will just walk around and suddenly my eyes are filled with tears for no apparent reason. I feel like the walking essence of volatility. The days are the ones I can’t stand to look in the mirror too long or else I get mad at my face, the days I put my cold hands on my stomach to remind me of my own presence, the days I feel like I’m absorbing everything around me. There’s just a feeling in my body that is so sharp that it feels like a scream coming from my soul. These are the days when I feel I’m best hiding away in my room under the blankets and just observing the world around me,