I don’t feel validated. My words fall on empty, blank faces. If I push just a little, indicate with a sense of urgency the importance of my words, my feelings, they say “stop pushing.” It’s an unserious life, an unserious world. Yet everywhere, everything is deadly serious. I am glum. I don’t know how to break through. What do I want? Absolute acceptance, without judgment. The same face I give to the world. It is hard to generate the energy to overcome the fatigue. This fiercely personalized, deeply offended world is repulsive and offensive to look upon. I want a mirror, a face to recognize, and all I see is the vampire’s curse.