official al pacino fan club

The problem is not the feeling anymore. It’s not the emptiness inside or the continuous irritation I have both with myself and my surroundings. It isn’t the weariness I feel when I wake up or the jovial wishes of death when I go to bed. It is the fact that I have lost the light, the sense of direction. Misplaced by self-betrayal, I have left myself lying here, hopeless and weak. I’ve created hostility and loathing in other people that is now incurable. This issue of existence is a profanity and I cannot stand to be apart of it for any longer. I’ve abstained myself from social encounters, and in desiring and wanting nothing. The only seam that will give me comfort and reassurance is a state of oblivion and resignation, which I still long for.