The past will always be history, but I’ve neglected that my past is my history and denying its existence does not change the fact I lived it. For so long, I’ve been denying my past because I was afraid it was going to defy me but who I have pretended to be lately was everything I was denied in my past. By pretending to be something I’m not was denying me a future of happiness because I was denying who I was. I hid my flaws, and my faults, my struggle. I couldn’t love me because I didn’t know who I was, I am still learning who the person in the mirror is, but **** ill always be one of the realist people I know. Tonight I stop denying my past, so I can accept who I am. I can’t deny that person in the mirror anymore, I can’t deny my past.