Spare me your pity. I don't need your sympathy.
It's my way or the highway.

Battered and bloodied.
I've won but at what cost?
There really is no victory to savor when I myself am wasted.
Yeah, a small victory. Doesn't necessarily win me the war but a stark reminder that there is one.
Go away now. Leave me alone. Just let me be.
This has always been the way for me.
(Btw, u need my permission if u'd want the photo. The cat deserved some compensation, u know.)