I’m convinced that there’s some Hogwarts-type school secreted away somewhere for blooming narcissists. Or at the very least, a handbook that comes with a handshake.

Because I don’t know how else to explain how they KNOW HOW TO DESTROY US IN THE EXACT SAME WAY

same timetable
same cruelty
same recipe.

I feel like I’m reading a letter I wrote to the most recent narcissist that was in my life — and I’ve written plenty. I’ve been trying for a year to gather the courage to write about it in detail here, but haven’t been able to and here you are, writing it for me.

I’m sorry that you had to look into the abyss.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.