There was a time then I literally made a fool of myself just to survive. Just to feel something. Just to have something happening that would inspire me to live, to keep going, to keep fighting. This life I built for myself did not come cheap. It cost me more than people will ever know. I had to fight my own people just to stay sane and not lose myself completely. So if someone thinks I will now casually let them in and recreate that same chaos, they are sadly mistaken. I didn't survive all that just to volunteer for another round. I did not rebuild myself just to hand the keys to anyone who knocks. I am not going to give this healed version of me to just anyone, even if they show up with bricks of gold and a unicorn. Because I know very well that along with that, they will also try to bring the same old destruction wrapped in better packaging.