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Hi, it’s Me, The Narcissists. I Miss The Way You Make me Feel
Please come back and make me feel something again.
Hey! Thanks for answering me. I’m so fucking sorry! I know, I know! I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I always knew we had a special connection. Didn’t you? Isn’t that why you responded!?
I don’t think you are trauma bonded to me; I think it’s “real” love. How else would we keep ending up together? I’m mean, seriously, think about it!
I’m a lost cause; I know I am. You should just block me. I’m not worth it. You deserve so much better. Wait! What? You’re sending me an Uber??? No! We can’t keep doing this. Why are you talking to me? I’ve been so horrible to you!
Do you need more writing material, is that why you responded? I know you love to write about me. I’m to the point I don’t care. You are beginning to look slightly crazy if you ask me.
Remember? I told you to go see a therapist. I don’t need one, but you sure do with your trust issues.
What? You do love me? Oh my GOD! Thank you! I needed to hear that! But, please, let’s not argue; I mean, don’t tell me any truth and just HOLD ME! You know I hate your lies, or I mean, truth! Fuck I hate it, and you have a glass tongue, you don’t hold back.
