Leaving things behind...because sometimes naked is better

Do you know? The past is what makes up what we are, who I am. But yet it drags me down, if I let it. And sometimes, yes, sometimes I do. I fight to forget the past because I want to move on and live in the present, but I can not escape my past. Not that I've done something wrong that I regret, it's more of a time to let go, I've got a good present, things are looking better. Best of all, I am hopeful, not dreadful of my future. It has taken a long time, it seems but yet, it has only been a blip. I've grown, I've changed, I'm better.

Things are going to change, I can feel it....