If I was to erase my mistakes, not only would I spend lots of money on erasers, but I would be lost and I wouldn't be half the person I am.
I wouldn't know that acting up for attention isn't the only way to get it.
I wouldn't know that guys that know all the lines, appear to be perfect, appear to care and appear to always be right, are never what they seem.
I wouldn't know that no matter how much you care for someone, you shouldn't change who you are to improve their opinion of you.
And I wouldn't know that it's okay to be selfish sometimes.
Mistakes, memories and scars shape you into the person you are meant to be. Without them, you would be bland. Inexperienced. And powerless. You need memories of mistakes to remind you not to make them again, you need to see or feel the scars so that you are reminded. I'm not saying that you should let them rule your life, in the slightest. I'm saying learn from them. Simple as that. Someone hurts you, don't let it happen again. You mess up, laugh about it and remember, something better will come along in the long run. No matter what the mistake is, there is a lesson. It may take time finding it, but you will, and it will be worth the experience and the thought.
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