I wish I didn’t care so much.

I wish I didn’t care about anything but myself. It would make life a lot easier to navigate.

I bet people who truly don’t care don’t suffer from mood disorders.

I care about so many things I even anthropomorphize. I get guilt if I don’t rescue a worm from the sidewalk. What if it’s scared or frightened? I worry if I don’t acknowledge both of the stuffed animals that sit on my desk; I’m afraid if I pet only one, the other’s feelings will be hurt…