I have always been the type of person that never wanted anyone to know that something was wrong. When I’m broken on the inside, I tape myself back together and put on a happy face until I’m alone. Despite having those really bad moments, I’ve also had so many really good moments. These places hold importance in my life because I’ve had some of the best and worst times in them. I don’t think those horrible times should take away from how meaningful they are to me. Many people associate bad memories to something, and they let that ruin what they once loved. You shouldn’t let bad memories ruin the things that make you happy. The good and the bad are equally important, how will you recognize the great moments unless you experience the hard times.