Hmm. I dunno what to say anymore. I used to always not care what I wrote, not care who saw it, not really care about anything. But now that I think of it, a lot of people could be reading this. A lot of people might be judging me on what I write. People that might be apart of my past, present, or future. Now, I don't know what to write. There are scars left in my mind about when I was a kid. Like I remember my third grade class went of a field trip to Sea World. My dad was a looker after person. I remember me and my partner barely let him see anything. We always wanted to move onto the next thing. I am so blind when I do that. Trying to move onto the next thing when I have to think about what will happen when I move on. I wonder sometimes if my move onto the next thing attitude will get me in trouble, if that quality will stay with me. Scars embedded in my mind that I want to go away. Scars of feelings, scars of hopes, scars of heartbreak. And then there is the scar left from cuts and scrapes. Some done on my own account. Some from accidents. But I now realize that these scars will always be apart of me. Memorabilia from the past, reminders for the future. Maybe I should just move on.
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