Poor NPD-wannabe must have self-esteem issues. You give no material, because you can't stand to get beat. Weren't you the one that asked "wanna play, ya little shithole?" I served it up, and you ran away. A disappointment, bringin' shame to the name. Quit pretending, and stop projecting. I know myself, and I know how to laugh about me. You simply can't win against me.
Ran away? No dear heart. That I didn't do.
Though you can continue to pretend such,
if it makes you happy.
As to pretending, again you can call it that,
oh small thing which cannot refashion the
world by your mere thoughts, I like to use
a different word.
Projection? Ah, you are incapable of even THAT?
Some of the other members here are fully able of
such minor feats, and THEY don't let so little go
to their heads. Perhaps you should try death.
It would suit you better than even dreaming that
you could exchange with one such as I.
Oh, and winning against something SO lame
would be a disgrace. I thought you might have
been worth some effort. You are merely deluded.
And not in a good way.
