Fuck it. I'll be the "crazy" one.

After all of the abuse. Physical, verbal, mental. You blaming me for the reactions you've brought out of me, threatening my safety for rightfully defending my safety. Then you call me crazy despite knowing how you've caused my deterioration. Hah. It's a trip, isn't it?

Fuck it. I'm gonna play into that stereotype. And I assure you, dear Narcissist. It will be an experience far from pleasant. For you.

You've created a being of pure passionate hatred. A half life. An abomination. I've accepted the self loathing, the shame, the humiliation and I will use it to fill the role of "crazy". That is what you want, isn't it?