Creativity Spurts

1

"What kind of a man do you think I am, huh? Someone who just ain't worth fightin' for. Think I'm some sort of coward? You think I can't do anything right! I stood up for you. I-I protected you, and this is the thanks I get? I put my faith in you. I gave my word to you. I put everything I had into you. Wasn't it enough? I did everything for you, I lost everything for you; anything I did and everything I said was for you. And now you're-you're kicking me out to the street, with just the clothes on my back and nothing to protect myself with? You know, you were right. You were right when you said I was stupid. You were right when you called me an idiot. I am an idiot, okay? I put my heart where it didn't belong, and now I'm going to have to pay for it. Pick up the pieces along the way while still trying to forget and figure out how you weaselled your stupid little self into my heart, and then set off a grenade and ran. And oh how you laughed. You laughed hysterically while I was just a broken mess. A fragment of what I once was. A pathetic little lump of clay that you moulded into whatever you felt like. And you know what? I don't need anyone like you anymore. Take a guess at what I don't need. A control freak. That's exactly what you are. And that's all you ever will be. Well guess what? I don't need a puppeteer anymore. Because I'm done. I am sick and tired of you controlling me like some twisted little game of yours that you always play. I'm through. I don't need you. I don't need anything about you. I learned my lesson way too late to save myself, but better late than never, right? Don't ever, ever, talk to me ever again. Okay? Goodbye."