I try to not bring up the past, or what happened in the past, or how I was in the past. But either way, I end up going back, going back to the memories that haunted me, the memories that made me cry, the memories that I wish I had back. Yeah, the past was a pretty memorable experience. Because everything that I am now was because of the mistakes I learned from then. It’s funny that I’m talking once again about the past. I tend to reminisce a lot, bare with me. I promise it’ll be worth it all in the end.