11 years ago I went to Nicaragua for a funeral, and I left someone I wanted to be important to me. But I was a kid, all kids don’t want to be responsible. In a sense I messed up because I couldn’t let go of certain things. Looking back I wish I could tell her I love you, but Now I just want to live my life with or without anyone because I need to fix my soul and mind. And even if I am sinful I’ll pray to fight to remind myself or surpass this person I am. That version of me will always love you.
