I thought as a kid my dads scars where so cool . He had a story for each one from when he was a kid messing around under his house or at work. As a kid I thought is would be cool to have a scare like that when I grow up. Now I do but there are not stories I would brag about to my friends or any kids I have . They are depression scars and I will have to live with them for the rest of my life. I hate that I did this to myself but can't go back to the past but can only go forwards.
