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 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.

Will time heal all our wounds?


I can't sleep but I still wake up.


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?