Delusion & egotism. Despite all of the ways life has spit in my face and made clear the many ways in which I am inferior to others. I live on because there remains in me a weak voice that tells me I am special and that I do indeed deserve the things that I most deeply desire. When I was a child, it was simple for me to maintain this delusion, as doing so only necessitated that I retain hope for a more fulfilling adulthood. I thought that as I aged, I might perhaps grow taller or become handsome. These thoughts were of course the product of delusion, the same delusion that compels me to continue living to this day. I grew up observing happy couples and watching movies / TV shows that instilled in me the expectation that love was something all people get to experience. Certainly, it had not dawned upon my young self that many of us would not be so lucky as to experience these types of stereotypical relationships.
As an adult, it has been made perfectly clear to me that I will never be desirable in the way that the deluded voice inside me had forever envisioned. Nary may a match be made on the dating apps, much in the same way that there exists very few women who dare even gaze at my unfortunate countenance for more than a passing moment. My good health and constantly increasing net-wealth continue to fuel my delusional inner self. I tell myself that if I make enough money, there may some day arrive someone who cares not for the way in which I appear, but rather for that which I may provide. However, as the strength of the voice becomes weakened, my will to continue living diminishes accordingly. I am aware that should my circumstances not change substantially in the near future, then I will be left no choice but to catch the next bus.