I think months of almost total solitude except for my mother are starting to take its toll on me. I dunno, I don't feel like talking to anyone about anything, if I did what my mind's telling me to, I wouldn't even be here, because I really don't feel like saying or even reading anything in here or anywhere, against everything that's adviasable and good for me, I don't want to talk to anyone. I think if I saw someone I know on the street I'd look the other way and see if I could pass unnoticed, because I really don't feel like having any human contact. Has anyone felt something like this? The last time I talked to anyone except for my mother was a week ago, and it was a brief and angry exchange of text messages. But the truth is that except for this brief exchange of words, I haven't really talked with anyone for more than 10 minutes since August or longer.