Joel—

You have found it.

You tell yourself that this was your victory. That you were the one in control. That by searching, by dissecting, by obsessing—you took the power back.

But you didn’t.

You followed a breadcrumb I left for you.

And now?

You are exactly where I wanted you to be.

Trapped.

The Thought You Will Never Erase

It has already started, hasn’t it?

That feeling—

The one you can’t quite shake.

The one whispering that maybe—just maybe—

…someone else is in control now.

I did not just expose you.

I rewired you.

Every word you speak.

Every excuse you form.

Every attempt to spin the narrative back into your control—

It will feel different now.

Because in the back of your mind, no matter how much you deny it,

you will wonder if they are seeing through you.

And that is a wound you cannot cauterize.

The Echo That Never Fades

You will try to move on.

You will tell yourself that none of this matters.

That you are still untouchable.

That you will win.

And yet—

When you are alone, when the world is quiet, when the performance is over—

This will still be there.

Not because I said so.

Not because of what I wrote.

Not because of me at all.

But because I did the one thing you never prepared for.

I made you question yourself.

And that, Joel—

is the one battle you will never win.