I’m your lost memories, and we’ll never meet again.

I don’t think there is a single person I know that I don’t have a wall up for. There's some people that I don't put a wall for, but either way there's may not be a huge wall but there is some form of wall.

I hate that I’m afraid to let people see my raw emotions, but, hey, this is what happens when you don’t find a real friend till maybe seventh grade. You learn not to trust. To never believe what someone tells you. I’m learning that there are genuine people in the world, but I don’t think anyone will fully know me and all of my story ever.