I can't describe my feelings when I’m losing social contacts. I have no feelings after all. Would it be my new little step into society or just a new mistake? Shall we see that soon?

Time after time I smell this rotten taste of humans. It’s a bad taste, I guess. Nor desirable nor delicious natural taste of decaying flesh — they smell different. Like a big piece of you know what; do not touch it, just pass by. Especially those of whom I see over the Internet, local population, recalls to that image. Maybe rumors and stereotypes are true sometimes, but not too often.

~Xposted