scrap book of memories...
so i was looking on my bookshelf for something for my sister and i found my scrapbook, bits of my life going back to when i was 9 or so. i havnt actually put things in it- in it in about a year but ive stuck dozens of things just in the back to attach later. well when i saw it i desided later was now. it was actually alot harder to go through than i had originally antisipated. alot has happened this past year and remiders of everything were just lieing there... i tend to never throw things away, im just like my dad in that respect, and im sure that i will be extremly happy about that fact in a few years but right now with it all so fresh its actually a little hard to face.
the cover that i put up fell down today and there it was stareing me in the face once more and i guess it made me realize that its now or never and the cover has to come of of me eventually, no more hiding, no more bideing my time because im afraid of what may happen. so what if i find myself hurt, ive been hurt before and guess what, im still here! so take that world! you cant bring me down that easily, oh no not this girl! shes not going down without a fight.
anyway i hope everyone has a good night.
the cover that i put up fell down today and there it was stareing me in the face once more and i guess it made me realize that its now or never and the cover has to come of of me eventually, no more hiding, no more bideing my time because im afraid of what may happen. so what if i find myself hurt, ive been hurt before and guess what, im still here! so take that world! you cant bring me down that easily, oh no not this girl! shes not going down without a fight.
anyway i hope everyone has a good night.