|Taken from m-a-r-i-n-a-r-a|
I know that I can be a handful. I know that I don't make sense most of the time, that I act on impulse, that everything is a great idea until it legitimately isn't. Or that I plan and plan and work and plan and come up with ideas and make schematics and work and work and STILL nothing comes of it. Nothing that I want, anyway. Or something that I do want, but I'm too upset by the fact that the initial outcome didn't happen that I can't see the good in the alternative. I'm pretty good at that.
But I know that the one time I stop legitimately giving a shit is the time that everything falls through. And someone gets legitimately hurt and can't carry on. And if I were ever to hurt someone that badly, I don't think I can carry on being myself. Because being me means being bad at things that matter, but being the best at things that don't necessarily matter in terms of money-making and careers, but in terms of people's lives can be the most important thing ever.