The day seemed like yesterday. The day I decided I would leave everything behind. To Have a new beginning. To throw away something that was toxic for me. Events that happened, choices that were made…by which I didn’t realize would leave painful memories for years to come.

I wonder why I made the choices that I made back then…why I let certain people in my life(that treated me poorly) which I didn’t know would bruise, and make me feel dirty inside.

Was I just bored? Was I lonely? Or liked the fact that someone had liked me? Or so I thought had liked me.

I knew the decision to leave for Good was the right choice. I didn’t have doubts about it.

I was scared, young and native, who thought they knew it all. I wanted to try new things but I didn’t realize it would end up burning me alive and leave me desolate.

I thought innocence was a bad thing, people and this world might make you believe you must “experiment and experience things, that being innocent isn’t a good thing to have or you are boring without those things”

But the reality is some of these experiences and experiments sometimes end up hurting us for long periods of time instead.

Innocence is but one out of the many things I wish I could get back.

That day I realized I couldn’t move forward if I didnt leave and so I left that bad part of my life behind but the memories will always be left unhealed wounds…