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>there is a girl
>she works in a bar
>start going there regularly
>manage to start chatting somehow
>she's into anime and other loser shit I love
>never had a gf, can't tell if a girl likes me or I'm just deluding myself because she speaks to me and treats me like a normal human- except when its painfully obvious because the girl is even more socially retarded than me
>can't stop myself from interpreting everything she does as a sign I have a chance with her
>despite knowing perfectly that I'm wrong
>spend time imagining my neet, ogre faced, bald self going on dates with an high QI girl ten years younger than me with a uni career into economics before her, despite knowing its all a lie
>start enjoying the pain coming from constantly torturing yourself with impossible delusions
I don't know what to think of myself anymore. have I gone past the final boundary? the point where happiness and sadness become blurred? is this soul masochism? am I even really alive? or I'm just the fruit of the imagination of my real self that lives secluded deep inside my brain?