I have a disorder. I tend to think that I am great, talented, wonderful, and pleasant.

When I speak, I tend to imagine that people would listen in awe, in amazement and inspired to my ideas and my ideals. Well, I do have my ideals, and I tend to feel that mine is the right one.

My body language is equally magnifying my ideals and my ideas. I could just gesture and with a swift of my hand change lives, help people and fix the world. Thus sometimes by overly relying to my non verbals i tend to think that i got my messages, either magnanimous or mundane-across.

But boy am I delusional. What am I really? I could not even get a job. Oh yes, I am unemployed. Me, the so called great, the one who has those ideals, and ideas, could not even sustain himself.

Maybe, I need to write more? because maybe that is my escape and my release. But remember, I have this disorder, that I tend to cook up this crazy imaginative yet non existent stories, attributes, or illusion that is a reality-only to my mind.

My name is Razaleigh. I am unemployed,I am lost, and I am confused.and I am not so great after all.