You were like the rain in my life, constantly and thoroughly drenching me in misery.

You just don't understand. Wow, what a clich├ęd line. But it's true. Because this is what you think:

It happened to you once, and you did this, and it worked, so this is definitely the thing that everyone in the whole wide world should do.

Because it worked for you.

It's such an amazingly narrow-minded, circular logic that I'm starting to think you should have become a lawyer.


You cut off the oxygen and turned up the heat, and still expected me not to suffocate.

I wanted to do this.

I did. But you said no, I didn't, I'm such a lazy pig, now do it and don't give me excuses.

And then I wanted to explode.

I'll do it. But then I'll tear it down and then shove it in your face and then hate it forever, because I wanted to do it and then you forced me to.

And then you can call me a lazy pig again.

Oink, oink.

You treated me like I was three when I was seven and five when I was eleven.

Maybe, if you had done it before, I would have listened. But right now, it's just a case of too little, too late.

You lived in a fantasy land.

In that noble world of yours, with princes and princesses and knights in shining armour, this all seems right. But don't expect me to live there too.

And I know that they're so wonderful and angelic and whatever. And so I'm different. But treating me like you expect me to be them isn't going to change me. Or make me like you any better.

For goodness' sake, stop trying to feed a cat dog food.

But then I said, whatever, I'll buy myself a raincoat.

I'm sick of waiting around trying to figure this out, to make this any better. I'm sick of waiting for the rain to stop.

I'm sorry this didn't work out, but this is my life. I'm not going to let you ruin it.

I'll start doing what I want to do, what I think is best for me. I'll start making my own decisions and I won't let you affect them. Or take credit for them.

Because I realised, finally, that the rain is just the rain.

I'm not going to let it turn into fire again, and I'm not going to let it burn me.