No matter how far you run and try to hide and forget.

The past has a way of catching up to you.

Memories might be rehashed.

Some may cause you pain, whereas others might make you smile and wipe the tears away from your eyes.

Moving on is an seemingly impossible act.

Because who you are now is still a part of who you were.

A book is not judged by its cover but, by its contents.

People have said that its possible to change over time.

But I don’t think that anyone can ever truly change themselves.

To me, if my past is hidden and never brought up, is what I imagine true peace to be.

Because some mistakes are better off forgotten.