This is the year that I will fall in love with taking care of myself. I will be selfish. I will have to think about myself. If I have to be a cold-blooded bitch, then so be it. I have to survive. I have to function because I have other people depending on me. I cannot afford to be weak and dying.

If I have to get rid of all of my human feelings and be numb, so be it. He has already taken everything from me anyway, so whatever feelings I have now would have to be blasted off to space with this giant firecracker in the picture above.

Goodbye, feelings. I don’t need you anymore. Ever.