Why I think we are trees: We try to stand tall during certain situations, we need to be in the right potting soil so we can thrive and be happy, we all act somewhat happy like we don't care about someone or something, but when we get chopped down, we start to love and forgive that thing.
How scratch was, in my opinion: it was my potting soil for a while until I realized I'm slowly withering and dying (Not in IRL). I even had some laughs for the last 2 years. Then again i realized "YOU" all were my potting soil :) || When we are in a pot. We slowly outgrow it. And after a while, when we try to go back into that old pot, we can't grow, and if we can't grow, we will die, get sad, mad, and even more. But if you don't get what I'm saying, "I" am outgrowing my pot. I need a new one. Or else I won't grow. That's all from me! Take care
