If you find this notebook Please don't read it I got so much off of my chest. But I didn't mean it. I've learned so much from all these scars
I've grown and they're starting to feel like wounds again. I can't keep from picking at the scabs, I know what happened. But I can't help but feel this is all my fault. This is all my fault. Will time heal all our wounds? I can't sleep but I still wake up. Will time heal all our wounds?
Once my eyes dry I promise I'll keep them wide. I'll swim upstream before I let the tides decide for me.
I'm sorry I thought I'd be so much stronger than this. I'll swim upstream. Can't you see I learned so much from all these scars?