I made friends.
But I refuse to let them into what's been happening before.
I wonder why... honestly.
Probably it's the notion that I have mistakes and things that I'm never proud of done right before my eyes. And the emotions that was attached to it. It isn't something I'm proud of now, but it was as real as it was then.
It makes me feel like I'm a fool for believing in things easily.
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