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How in The Hell do You Get Closure From a Covert Narcissist?
It’s difficult, but you have to pay careful attention.
I was going to address this answer as “Dear Narcissist.” But there is nothing “dear” about you, and as a matter of fact, I’m not sure you are a narcissist. On the contrary, I think you are a step below, no, no, not the malignant, far worst than that.
Yea, it’s that bad, and you are that fucking evil.
I want to say maybe you are borderline, but that keeps me clinging to hope. I’ve talked to borderlines, and you are nothing like them, OK, maybe a little. Perhaps you could really have your own label.
Wouldn’t you love that!
Put that right next to the fake ass picture you bought of yourself talking about the upcoming life coach of the year!
I woke up the other morning again, fresh out of a bender. The benders I go on when my emotions get too much and escaping seems par for the course, but it never is.
I never hit par.
It’s true fucking misery you will never understand. I hate myself more than you know for them. But you don’t fucking care.
I haven’t reached out to you in some time. But then it happened.
