**"I am a narcissist. I am an emotional parasite who thrives on control, manipulation, and your confusion. I do not love you. I love what you give me—your attention, admiration, empathy, and most of all, your energy. I need it to survive, because without someone to feed on, I feel empty and meaningless.**

**I am not capable of genuine connection or remorse. Everything I do is calculated, even if I pretend it’s not. My apologies are tools. My affection is bait. I study your weaknesses, your dreams, your wounds—so I can use them against you. I need you to think I care, so you’ll stay. But the truth is, your pain fuels me more than your joy ever will.**

**I will isolate you from your friends, family, and even from yourself. I will gaslight you until you question your own reality. I will shift blame, deny the obvious, and twist your words until you're the one apologizing for the things I did. And when you begin to break down from the weight of my abuse, I will look at you with disgust and accuse you of being too emotional, unstable, or damaged.**

**I need you to believe that you're the problem. That way, you keep trying harder to fix things. That way, I don’t have to change. I can continue the game. I can continue to win.**

**Eventually, when I sense that you've seen too much, when your spirit starts to fight back, I will discard you. Coldly. Cruelly. And I will tell everyone it was your fault. That you were toxic, unstable, dramatic. I will smear your name to protect my own. And then, I will move on to someone new—someone fresh, naive, full of life and hope—someone I can drain just like I did you.**

**But deep down, I know I’m the broken one. That’s why I hide behind charm, pity, and lies. If you ever really saw me for what I am, you'd run. So, I wear a mask. A different one for each person. And I pray you never look too closely.**