Accept she is a narcissist.

 I don't know what mindset you had when you added me on Snapchat, why you sent me that song, or why you sent that snap saying *"move on nahi karna hai,"* and showed me that bracelet. Maybe you wanted to see if I'd forgotten about you, or if I'd give you hints that I still wanted to get back together. Honestly, I don't know if any of that talk did us any good. You keep saying *"I don't want to hurt you,"* wrapped in *"I don't deserve you,"* but it doesn't make sense. Yeah, keep on hurting !! Grow up. I wanted to be sweet enough so that you don't blame youself into a pit but you don't deserve it. Spontanity ?? joke !

The feelings I have for you now are completely different. I like the new me, he has moved on, regretting you were my first. I still think you have past traumas that you hadn't healed before we got into whatever that relationship was. You took a happy, optimistic, cheerful version of me and trashed it. I just hope I don't turn out like you—someone who thinks too much of themselves. You might feel guilty, like you can't change how things turned out. But let's be clear: you're not guilty; you're a confused narcissist who will do anything to make yourself feel better.

"I knew that way I didn't truly love you, otherwise I wouldn't have done it," you said. Wow, well figured. In the end, it's all about what makes you happy, right? i don't give a damn, grow to be better, learn from your sister, don't go around fucking with people minds, that is even worse than casual fucking, i have moved on !!!, Don't text me !! Don't come back checking on me !! I will still say take care cuz that is me , i care, and i know gratitude !!

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