This past week alone I've been able to talk with people normally, even girls, though the pretty ones still make me nervous ; ). There's also some nice people around that have helped me with a few small things. I don't dislike everybody here, though I simply will respect some fools around me. Sexuality here makes me sick, same with the policing of ideas. Its rather silly to let us have sex, do drugs, and drink, but censor some of my views. Almost everynight though, a demon appears, metaphorically of course, that wants me to commit suicide. The idea dawns on me when I'm alone for a while. I still feel sickly and my heart is still being painfully crushed, but maybe I can make it here for a while.