I Know My Every Move - The Diary of a Recovering Narcissist
You were a nice guy. Not like the one I ended up with. You travelled hundreds of miles every weekend to see me—you made me things. Things that took time, effort, and thoughtfulness.
By Lux Lincoln6 years ago in Poets
I am 8 again. I am 12 again. I am 14 again. I am that little girl I again, the girl I was before I became the strong, independent... narcissist.