Thanks for slashing me into pieces. The pieces were floating in my torso, like broken pieces of ice from an iceberg.

Maybe it has woken me up from my dream for the better.
Maybe it was woken me up into a series of nightmares that never gets better.

In any case, dream or nightmare, my previous post stands. I don't back down or break down so easily. I never do and there's no reason to do so. Sure, I have my emotional moments. But I'll morph back into my usual (scarred) self in no time. Life goes on.