Caring Less

I need to know it’s okay that I’m not perfect now–if I make a mistake, I can recover. That I’ll still be worth something in the end, as long as I keep fighting and trying. But the world won’t ever hold your hand like that. It’s cruel. It’s a one strike you’re out policy, one flaw and you’re worthless.

Maybe it’d be easier if I cared less, but I don’t know how.

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