From a reader:
I can be whomever you want to be. Be your best friend. Your most trusted confidante. The girl of your dreams. I will learn discreetly everything that you love or what makes you tick. And from there I will gradually build myself up. Love what you love and hate what you hate. Not too much as to make you feel that I'm patronizing you. But just enough diversity to make you feel that I am normal. That I am the right person. For you.
I will listen to you. To your most boring problems. To issues as mundane or as complicated as the world. And make you feel that I sympathize. I can make you feel like I am the only person you can trust and understand you.
To you I will always be perfect. But to me, you're just one of the many opportunities for me to re-invent myself.
I've lived hundreds of different lives. And I see my past acquaintances, friends and lovers, as one hit wonders.
One day they will interest me so much that I will be constantly thinking about them. Manipulating ways and tricks to reel them in. It never fails. It also helps that I take really good care of myself. I work out excessively everyday. Eat right. Of course I have vices, smoking and drinking. But those vices fall in shadows once I magnetize a person.
I can be the most charming, graceful, articulate woman and turn into a laid-back hippie or country girl, depends on who I'm with.
I have no real identity. Maybe I have. But it's hidden deep down somewhere, where I can't find it anymore. And I don't have any wish to.
Fascinating really, I get my self worth for the fakery I emulate myself into.
I read, study, work, converse with anyone from the most idiotic moron to the most intellectual people, men and women. And I always get away with it.
Problem is, when I get tired of someone. When that person starts failing to stimulate me intellectually and physically. I move on. Disappear without a trace. And I hurt people that way. I know I do, but I feel no guilt. This is how I am, how I operate.
I apologize and say sorry but I never feel sorry.
So when you meet anyone who seems too good to be true. A person of your dreams. Remember what I said here. It could save you a lot of heartaches.
Take it from me, I'm a sociopath.