I'm okay

It figures.

All those words that he used... pricked me just like miniature thorns that are totally harmless, even when in bulk.

I guess I could never actually say I'm completely done for when it comes to this.

But hey, it's receding.

She was right. I don't need him. Just yet. I'm still living, aren't I? I can live without them, too.

I'm okay.