Got a gripe are you angry yet?...Let it out!

I don't have a letter today, but I do have a song that speaks for me...... Rolling in the Deep/Adele http://youtu.be/6iXxf7JZ3NU

This was one of the first letters I penned early in my recovery. There were many more but they've been deleted. It was cathartic to let all of that out...I admit a bit over the top, but I needed to vent and feel what I felt. The anger was an incredibly overwhelming feeling and I needed an outlet BAAAAD. I am pleased to report that with the help and support of this site, I am no longer angry...and have healed. Feel free to keep this thread going...post your angry letter! Hugs... My Dear Little Narcissist, There is nothing more that I wish for you but that your world is filled with many experiences which will enable you to grow and develop into a real man and by default develop some empathy. I therefore cast out into the universe thoughts of your personal growth so that you may become a real human being and not just the empty shell you are that exploits, emotionally violates and uses others in the sadistic fashion of which you have grown accustomed. For that reason, I have been inspired to document my well wishes so that the universe will take care of your satanic soul... I wish you a very long life...say to age of 105. By that point, you should be in diapers shitting on yourself, confident that by then, there will be no one left to wipe your ass...an ironic twist of fate given the shit you've left others to clean up, and with it may you also have perpetual diaper rash. I wish you an extreme, non-responsive to surgery case of hemorrhoids...not just regular hemorrhoids, but hemorrhoids that bulge so far out of your ass, your pant size is increased due to the discomfort...and may they itch for all eternity. I wish you frequent herpes outbreaks that spread all over your face so that when you look in the mirror, you'll remember that you are not always ahead of the game and somebody had one over on you - at least once in your pathetic, game playing con-artist lifetime. Nobody gets herpes from a crack pipe. I hope that you never have any other choice in life, but to remain at your current place of employment...dead end jobs are the best for dead end people...and I hope that every day you work there, you continue to feel degraded the more they treat you like a "boy" incapable of finding better work, desperate and hence enslaved. Upon retirement, may they instead of a "gold watch" gift you with a used tuxedo. I hope that every woman you try to con, is wiser than you and plays you better, leaving you feeling as inadequate as you really are because actually, the harm you do and the superiority you feel doing it is just a ploy...deep down you do know you have a small penis and you aren't the best with personal hygiene. I hope your ex-wife heals and actually meets a great man that can be a real father to your young child and that they are kept safe from your twisted demonic mind. I hope you never get tired of being sick and tired....I wish you a desolate, poverty stricken, life where the only thing you can do is sit in that box of an apartment of yours - which I also hope is blessed with a bed bug infestation. May you be too poor to ever afford cable and may your only true friend be the rat that will inevitably make his way into your apartment once the winter comes. You can name him Wilson just like Tom Hanks did in Castaway. I hope your next sexual encounter with either a man or a woman results in crabs! A new unknown species that does not respond to conventional methods. Do know I want you to live a very long time through it all. I hope all your children become successful and when your narcissism is in full throttle all prepared to take the glory, they publicly shun you for the piece of shit you've been-having used them to make yourself look better and fully realizing that their father is a fraud and maybe a fairy. I hope by now you only shoot blanks so that other children do not have to be brought into this world to suffer and women will at least be able to make an escape once you've driven them mad...the pattern is abundantly clear now - the only thing we have in common is YOU! I hope all your teeth fall out and that you will never have the ability to afford dentures but instead must resort to self made chicklet implants on hot club nights with the buddies - desperate times require desperate measures. I hope your hairline recedes halfway to the back of your head and you grow a really obscene hairy black mole on that gargantuan nose of yours so hairy, it will be hard to determine where the hairs in your nose begin and the hairs on the wart end! I hope you develop an extreme case of Irritable Bowel Syndrome that is precipitated by simply looking in the mirror...Narcissists spend a lot of time there, so expect lots of burning ass from reasons other than those noted above and...ahem...the alternative options you've explored, putting others at risk for AIDS. I wish you a lifetime of incurable halitosis so that when you try to get cozy with some hot babe, stud or tyranny, they are repulsed by the noxious fumes that emanate from your mouth...in fact may each of them exclaim in horror! OMG...what is that SHIT I smell?! Totally unaware that is not only coming from your mouth, but from the words you speak. You make a good case for wishing abortion could be retroactive, but it is much more comforting to rest on the universe to settle the score hence you are one case where retroactive abortions would not serve to bring me joy. It took a lot of soul searching but the only remedy is complete and utter disdain for such a lowlife such as yourself. In your last dying days, I hope you find God...convert to Islam and really believe that you will get your twenty virgins. In fact, I hope you do! I send out my last wish to the universe that when you encounter them, they're all transvestites with permanent 5 o'clock shadows, big crusty feet, hairy legs, love to play a sweaty game of basketball all day and are aggressive nymphos.... Be blessed my little Narcissist...