I love myself. I don't know anyone else who can handle countless rejections so well. Who else can pick themselves up out of the dirt (literally every day) after being taken advantage of, legally robbed, disregarded, insulted or even just forgotten?

I have extreme powers of empathy and selflessness. I'm generous to a fault. I'm intelligent, witty, creative, ambitious, successful, handsome and healthy. I'm also a manically depressed bi-polar, but no one knows and no one suspects. I've kept it hidden from all but the curious. Unfortunately, those showing curiosity towards me are non-existent.

There's no reason for this loneliness, this abandonment... Why has everyone left me? I've no caring family, friends, or partner. So I love myself. Not because of narcissism or arrogance, but because I have to. Somebody does. —Someday I'll Get to Love Someone, But For Now...