I wonder why we worry about others, and yet when others worry about us, we claim that we're fine.
I'm a person who does this.
This thought is based on my own feelings, for once. I don't normally base these on myself. But I want to this time.
Apologies if this isn't like the others.

Thing is, I started out as innocent and small as anyone else. I didn't question what I was meant to do, and I didn't wonder about the future and I didn't care about the past. Turns out, things don't go away even if you don't bother them.
Well... I'll talk about this more later.