
Photo by Joel Robison
I worry too much. I worry about everything and everyone. I obsessively check on people to make sure they're okay, I feel like it's my responsibility to make them feel better if they're upset or disappointed or in pain. I do everything conceivable in my power to spend my energy on them and as a result Ihave nothing left for myself.
My writing suffers because of it. I spread myself so thin you can't taste the butter on your toast that is me. You can't even tell it's butt...
Published on March 04, 2015 07:33