Stepping into high school again

It will never be the same.

Just awhile ago, I went back to my old school to get some requirements. When I was walking on the corridors, I thought I was at home. But no, it was not the same school I called home, it will never be now. High school is over. It is not my home anymore I don't belong there. But somehow, I still wish to be back there. But a part of me tells me to not go back. Memories. Memories haunt me. It was a place that was full of extraordinary memories yet it was also a place that reminds me of things I shouldn't even think of, memories that doesn't need to be forgotten but rather, accepted. If were to go back to high school, I wouldn't change a thing even if it will haunt me the rest of my life.