Someone who shouldnt have been born.
I decided to arrange an old mess of paper i got here with 5 to 7 years old.
I found a lot of things, a lot of memories.
Some feel good..
But some.. some make my scars burn again. I remember every single one of them, like it was yesterday..
After 2 years, a lot have changed.
I dont post so much as I used to do. Still being my loved blog, my mind in images.