Those scars that sit on your wrist don’t mean anything other than you fought demons that other’s couldn’t see. You fought battles other could never comprehend and you survived. No one survives war without a few scars. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. Do not hide in shame. You survived and I am proud of you.
—megleepoetry
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“Time scares me. A lot. How it can shape you into a better person, or someone whom you hate to be. How it may numb the pain that is given, or remind you of the pain no matter how long it takes. Time scares me. A whole lot. And I am starting to feel like I am running out of it.”
I have no idea what I’m passionate about. I’ve been so busy trying to stay alive, that I’ve lost interest in everything. Now that I’m in college, I have no idea what direction I want to go. People keep asking, and I have no solid answers. I end up looking more dumb, and It breaks me down even more. I don’t know what I want to do. I wish someone could just tell me.
