I was anxious today. Anxious because I was scanning some of my art for others to see. Not because I'm nervous of other people not liking them. Anxious because I'm afraid doing something so rewarding, self satisfying, and fulfilling will make me start caring about things again. It hurts so much to care, I can't help be anxious about it. Why does it hurt to care, you say? Name one thing I can care about, that isn't with absolute certainty one day going to be lost to me forever.
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