I Need to Let Go of My Past and Stop Beating Myself Up Over It

I finally got rid of ALL the polaroids I had of her and myself. I kept two of my favorite ones in my wallet, the last ones, and buried them out in the Texas wilderness. Laid it to rest so it can stop haunting me. There's more things I need to get rid of that's more insult to injury. But this was a huge step. I wanted to cry, felt the echoes of pain but fended it off. I don't want to be around users like her.