Over the course of the past few months, I grow ill of distinguishing what is an illusion, to the reality that stands true. All things can be regarded with mirth at first, lest I forget the fact that the actuality of the situation torments me. But an ephemeral farce, self deception at its finest. Blatantly, I feel that it would be most appropriate to set off for a while. Rather than to placate my desire for affection, which will clearly never happen now, especially in the way I could ever hope for electronic means to provide, I must learn of my place, my purpose. What I can do to further the idea of morality and compassion in a self centered world; to assist those whom are in need. With that, I bid a good evening.