So let me clarify something.
Energy has split.
The texts are now divided into therapy for good men and therapy for bastards.
The field has reset.
And now the real bastards are in it.
Yes, assholes, I’m talking about you.
Good men — you know I love you with all my heart.
This isn’t about you. This is about those bastards.
These clowns are convinced they’re saints.
Like every narcissist and every abuser.
That kind of piece of shit is always the victim. Always.
Yeah.
Ask him anytime.
He’s never at fault.
Exes?
Oh, he just happened to run into crazy bitches.
Friends?
All traitors. Every single one.
Everyone just wanted something from him.
And him?
Oh no. He’s holy.
He’s innocent.
He’s flawless.
He’s always right.
Always smarter.
Always above everyone.
Always better.
Women?
Yeah, it never quite works out.
But that’s their fault.
It couldn’t possibly be his.
For every ex he has a full damn list of exactly how she failed him.
Because obviously it can’t be him, right?
She was just such a bitch.
Always demanding something.
Always needing something.
Poor narcissist.
Is he in love with himself?
No, of course not. He just “respects himself.”
He’s not in love.
He’d jerk off to himself all day if he could.
But that’s not the point, right?
Everybody does that.
He’s smart.
He’s handsome.
He’s a winner.
He “knows how to listen.”
Yeah. Sure.
The only problem is — other people don’t seem to think so.
But who asked them?
The narcissist is always right.
Oh, he’s so lonely.
All women just want his status and his money.
Poor, poor narcissist.
The fact that he uses them,
Treats them like they’re nothing,
Openly disrespects them,
And constantly tells them what to do and how to live —
That somehow never makes it into his version of the story.
“Oh, those are just small things.
He’s just being caring.”
Yeah. Sure.
Now let’s get closer to reality.
These bastards never see themselves as bastards.
They are genuinely convinced they’re perfect and the world should recognize it.
What it’s like to be around a guy like that — everyone knows.
But here’s the interesting part.
One of those “bitches” —
meaning, a woman —
opens her mouth
and dares to write about this glorious Hercules.
Filth.
And something inside the narcissist starts twitching.
Yeah.
His dick doesn’t even get hard.
How dare she?
He’s perfect.
Yeah.
I’m picking my teeth.
Our delicate little prince just flinched.
“How disgusting. And a woman acting like that.”
Yeah.
I keep picking my teeth.
Maybe I’ll burp next and his heart will stop.
Such a fragile ego.
Since childhood they’ve been told how wonderful they are.
How special.
How exceptional.
Sure.
But since this bastard decided to read what I write —
and not just him,
a whole pack of them will read this —
then here are the facts.
Because you earned them.
And second —
you damn bastards, the world does not revolve around you.
If you want to keep sitting there with your dick in your hand —
be my guest.
If you actually want to change something,
learn some damn respect.
Shove your pride deep up your own ass
and look at reality.
If money and status were really that all-powerful,
you wouldn’t be grinding your teeth in rage right now.
To hell with you
and your “I’m always right.”
You think you know everything?
Then keep jerking off to yourself.
God, this pisses me off.
What a bunch of bastards.
Your mother carried you and gave birth to you.
Women supported you as much as they could — because being close to someone like that isn’t exactly easy.
And I’m here trying, helping —
and these idiots think they’re above women.
Burn in hell, you bastards.
The problem with narcissists is their confidence and their force.
These kinds of men
And especially the ones who’ll be reading this —
they’re damn smart.
High-level manipulators.
These bastards think three to seven moves ahead.
And fine — if it were for something good.
But it’s not.
These assholes only care about their own gain.
The problem with good people is trust.
A good girl ends up in his hands.
Kind.
Warm.
Genuinely good.
This bastard will drain her soul.
She’ll be in therapy long after him.
This piece of trash will twist reality so badly that it ends up looking like she’s the hysterical bitch who’s “never satisfied.”
And friends?
Yeah.
At first people believe him.
They stay.
They’re ready to help.
They try.
But this jerk will twist that too —
make it seem like they’re the entitled ones for wanting basic reciprocity.
“He already does so much.”
Like what?
For example?
Or maybe?
Or…?
Yeah. Exactly. Nothing.
This bastard gives nothing in return.
But he’ll spin it so well that somehow he’s the betrayed one.
The world is rotten.
Nobody needs him.
Poor guy.
Even men need therapy after dealing with someone like that.
They don’t even understand how to trust people anymore.
And this goat?
Oh no.
He’s not upset.
He’s just “deep in thought” again.
Because he’s been betrayed. Again.
What’s wrong with the world?
He’s such a good guy.
This bastard.
So back to the good men.
Guys, I’m sorry this spilled onto you.
I really didn’t mean for it to.
But maybe it’ll make you think about whether you’ve ever dealt with someone like this.
And to the bastards reading this —
I hope your balls shrivel up.
Every single person has suffered because of a narcissist like this.
And don’t you dare doubt it —
this is absolutely about you.
You piece of shit
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