I grew up choosing between two things - weighing which will give me more benefit and which will give comfort. I'm used on throwing things. I've memorized the feeling of pushing away people that won't do me good. The older me, the mature one, wants those old things back. I am trying so hard, but just like what other people say, "habits die hard." I found myself choosing between two things - the choice I'll make 2 years ago or the choice I'll make now.

I feel broke and then you came into my life. You promised to fix and love me, so I hold you tight. You left me dumbfounded and proved me nothing. -JSalvador