I know im a narcissist. My therapist said I can't be since a narcissist would never admit it. But deep down I know. I'm a soul stealer, an absolute vampire. But I don't want to stop. Why so many excuses, so much empathy for the person, people, that spent a lifetime up until now making me feel small? Like nothing I experienced matters? But they need to make it known how big their issues are. How they suffered as kids, how much of a waste of time I am. I did a terrible thing, when an adult family member was struggling. It was a struggle I can say they helped create for themself. But I wanted them to drown. Be abandoned. I was abandoned more than once. By them, by other people. I struggled, completely isolated. For years. Instead, it was fine for me to be used. Taking my space and time, even when I asked them not to. I was always just steamrolled over. But I get nothing. Me acting out is a ME problem. Obviously no one helped facilitate that. All me. I'm a fucking demon. And should die.