Red Riding Hood.

It is time to wake up and accept responsibility for your life, high time that you stopped pointing the finger and picked up a knife. Cut away all the vines that delude your judgment, and clear out the fog that conceals the truth from your eyes. Self-righteousness has always been the cause of your detriment, confess to your sins, or drown further in your endless lies. You are the difference between a boy and a man, as you manipulate reality to benefit your conspiratorial plans. You are always prepared to offer unsolicited advice, although you react with ire when others resort to the same device. Avoidance, your greatest clause, should have been listed on your contract when I signed up, instead I was forced to tolerate the passive aggressiveness that would fill, and thus overflow within my cup. Your ignorance once redeemed you, as it seemed like innocence instead, until I realized it was all a game, and that you were playing the fool, as if your brain was dead. You always refused to reap what you sow, placing it upon another's back as if it were their burden, go ahead and take your bow, the show is over, watch out here comes the curtain. You still compete with me to this very day, assuming that you will somehow come up the better man, although you may look better on paper, you are merely the Montreal to my Cannes. Drink freely of me, as you always do, knowing that I can handle it all; keep providing others with false security, sycophantically, but do not be alarmed when they are not available when you fall. I can only wish you the best in future endeavours and hope, and pray that I can wash my hands clean of you for good; you were the treacherous wolf that attempted to outwit, outsmart, and outplay my knowing, effervescent Red Riding Hood.