The proof is in the pudding; your attention-whoring, abusiveness, projections, deflections, and baseless "theories", it's painfully obvious to everyone but you. I know me, I'm imperfect but I love myself anyway. What bothers you is you can't know yourself, because there's nothing to know. There is no "you", you don't exist except as a character in someone else's mind, and whoever that person is, is a bona fide psychopath. Bouncing from one persona to the next, so broken and confused that they long ago forgot how to connect with anything outside their own head. So you type, and troll, and rage, and babble, but there's nothing else except your windowless, doorless room. :hmm: