You came onto my land, you interfered with my feelings. You played with my emotions, you toyed with their existence. Now you expect redemption? Forgiveness? You must be naive. I am strong. I am confident. I am the stone that makes the earth. I am the water that flows. I am the air you breathe. I am the trees in the forest. I have the strength of metal. You do not, and will never hurt me.
I no longer need you as my flimsy shield.
Art by the excellent Tohfu, as usual. Kind of describes how I feel about leaving my doubts and depression behind.