The Dark Side of My Soul: A Confession of Foul Play

I’m not sure why I’m writing this, but I feel the need to confess the darker side of my soul. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s a part of who I am. As I sit here, sipping my morning coffee, I often find myself thinking about the times I’ve manipulated people to get what I want. It’s a skill I’ve honed over the years, and it’s served me well in my personal and professional life. I’ve always been a master of playing the victim, and it’s a role I’ve perfected. But what people don’t know is that I take great pleasure in watching them squirm when they realize they’ve been played. It’s a twisted sense of satisfaction, but it’s mine, and I won’t apologize for it.

I remember this one time, I was at a party, and I met this guy who was a total narcissist. He was talking about himself nonstop, and I was bored out of my mind. So, I decided to play a little game. I started to subtly manipulate him, making him think that I was interested in him, when in reality, I was just using him for my own amusement. It was a game of cat and mouse, and I was the cat. I watched as he became more and more invested in our conversation, and it was almost like I was watching a train wreck in slow motion. I know it’s not something to be proud of, but it was a thrilling experience, and it’s one that I’ll never forget.

As I look back on my life, I realize that I’ve always been a bit of a sociopath. I’ve never really cared about hurting people’s feelings or stepping on toes. It’s all just a game to me, and I’m always looking for the next challenge. I know that some people might see me as a monster, but I see myself as a survivor. I’ve always done what it takes to get ahead, even if it means stepping on others. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m a product of my environment, and I’ve learned to thrive in a world that’s full of cunts and bastards. And if you can’t handle the truth, then maybe you shouldn’t be reading this.