Burying the hatchet

I thought I had buried the bad feelings I had upon returning to America, but as more people began coming back I started to feel the same feels all over again. I feel like a part of me got left behind in Africa, and although what was left behind were bad character traits, I can't help but miss them a little just because they're not there anymore.

Letting go of who you are is the worst feeling in the world. But when you realize that you let go of the parts of you that have been holding you back it's a whole different story.