You told me I had small feet.
They're almost half the size of mine, You said.
My hands are small too, I said.
You laughed.

A letter.

All I needed was to write a letter to myself,

saying that I was doing the right thing, 

 before I could start to believe it.

I don't want to care anymore.

But what do I do if I can't stop feeling?

Can't stop worrying?

The littlest things get to me.

I worry too much.

And I just can't stop worrying, no matter how much I try.

Sometimes I wish I could stop feeling.

I wish I didn't care

I wish I could stop thinking

I don't want to lose myself.

I spend too much time considering others.

Some people would consider that a strength.

I would consider it a flaw.

I wish I could act without considering others.

I really do.

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