I refuse to be destroyed by some manipulator who is nothing than a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He took all my money, he took my pride, my self-esteem and my time. He was convinced I couldn’t live without him and made me weak because that made him feel strong. You cannot see the cage while you’re inside it. But someone showed me the cage and opened the door. I decided to fly out, finally.

Now he’s playing the victim, pretending he cannot live without me. I won’t take it.
I fight like a girl, that’s what makes me so dangerous.

He thinks I should change and behave like an adult.
But my apparent immaturity is my strength.
I’m an artist, I see the world in a different light.
I won’t change for anyone but myself. No-one ever should.


Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage

Ray Bradbury