I’ve never felt like I’m not dispensable.
I’m always worried I’ll be easily replaced.
Because why wouldn’t I be?
What’s so special about me?
Nothing really.
When someone or something new comes along, why wouldn’t I be lost in the crowd?
I know for a fact I’m not the only one who cares
Perhaps I care “too much”?
Does that set me apart?
But I’ve never felt sorry for caring too much.
It always felt right to care too much. It always made me happy
But it isn’t vice versa.
I screw up a lot.
Not sure why
But it doesn’t mean I don’t care
It’s not fair to think that
But that’s too bad
Because if I don’t care
Then I’d be dispensable
So maybe that’s that
