In spite of my best efforts not to care and to separate the different things I do in my life I find myself worrying about people. The collegue going through a divorce; so and so who is lonely another is sick. And then there's my family. Are they going to be permanantly scarred by the uncontrollable passions of their slightly eccentric mother and partner who is constantly wandering and wondering?
The worst thing in the world about being me - is being me.
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