Some souls find their sense of worth by breaking others — not by accident, not by carelessness, but by design. It’s a hunger, not for love, but for dominance. And the hardest lesson is learning to stop explaining their cruelty with kindness. Not every wound you carry was a misunderstanding. Some were intentional, sharpened by the quiet satisfaction of seeing you fall. Wisdom begins when you stop decorating malice with excuses. Sometimes, the darkness you feel is not confusion — it’s clarity finally arriving.