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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. From Letras Mania