And what about now? What about that itch to check up on the narcissist, to scroll through their pages and see if they’re thriving? Don’t fall for the highlight reel. What looks like happiness isn’t always joy. What sparkles isn’t always gold. Because behind that screen, the narcissist is still walking under a burden no camera can capture. That carefully staged smile, the curated relationship, the filtered success—it’s not truth; it’s bait, a continuation of the illusion. But underneath, deep in the soul, is an aching void, a rot, an absence of peace that no amount of validation can fill. Because you can’t build joy on top of deception, and you can’t fake your way to freedom.
The narcissist isn’t thriving; the narcissist is surviving on borrowed time, borrowed light, borrowed energy from those who dare to get close. That’s why every relationship feels like a battlefield. That’s why the narcissist can’t rest and why peace is a stranger to their sleep. Because when you live a lie long enough, even your dreams betray you.
Have you ever noticed how they test you? Ask those twisted little questions: “Do I make you sad? Am I bringing you down?” It wasn’t curiosity; it was measurement, calculation—a cruel barometer to see if the poison was working. And if it was, the narcissist smiled because for them, control is power. And pain is the proof of it.
So hear me clearly: Whatever they’re posting, whatever they’re flaunting, it isn’t real. It’s a hollow shell. You can’t achieve anything sacred when you’re tethered to darkness, and you can’t birth life when you’re feeding on destruction. That’s not just a troubled person; that’s a walking fabrication, a shell wearing skin, a storm dressed as sunlight. And every moment of their existence is a continuation of that lie. They eat it, they breathe it, they speak it—they are it.
The narcissist is tormented. Torment is the air they breathe. And tormented souls don’t rest quietly; they rage, they manipulate, they scatter brokenness like seed, and they harvest chaos in return. This isn’t just emotional damage; it’s spiritual corrosion. The narcissist is caught in a cycle that consumes and devours—always taking, never giving, always performing, never living. A soul under siege by its own unhealed wounds. Cognitive dissonance—that’s their daily bread. They tell themselves they’re superior while behaving like a wounded child, declaring themselves powerful while trembling with insecurity. And that clash, the war between delusion and truth, tears at them day and night.
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