; let it go

I've just picked what's left of myself up.

Bruised and battered by Teapot's words, I don't deny it cuts me like a knife every single time I re-read them yes, but I'm not going to let anyone send me into the abyss of hell again.

I'm better than that.

Thank god for those anti-depressants, I think I still have 4/30 left.