Grow Up

Some people never learn to grow up. It pisses me off. Makes me mad. Makes me consider throttling them.

I've been attacked by wild animals.
I've been run over by a fedex truck.
I've been lost in the city with no food, water or money at 2 PM on a Saturday-utterly exhausted, sore from being run over, and on a damaged bike.
I've ridden 20 miles and had my brakes fail, hitchhiked, gotten completely lost and missed my friend's performance.

And the most I ever took away, besides a damaged ego, was a short break to stop from shaking.

I cry. A lot. But mostly when I'm alone.

What I take away is a sense of defiance. I'm not a weakling, I tell myself.
It's everyone around me who is.

It's everyone around me who is, and there is nothing I can do about it. I'm the Vriska to their Tavros. I'm the puppeteer. It is me and I am it.

Some people need to learn their strings are being jerked for a reason: to teach them to grow up. And some of these slow brats still don't get it even if you tell them so.

A baby is a child, not someone over 21. Yet my friend acts like one. I just told him so and he's throwing a hissy fit and calling my dad. I don't care. Go ahead. Your move, but I never end this sort of ship in a stalemate.

~Rayne