I do not get what happens to me and my emotions. Impulsivity is now my greatest enemy. I endure such a hard battle. Feeling paranoid or ectasis in a combined cocktail of sensations inside my neurons. Only thing that can help me to alleviate all my suffering is music. I am also recovering my faith in people.
There are still a bunch of fuckers around. But still, speaking again with people that I has been years wanting to talk back, feels nice. Maybe I should not only give another opportunity to people in general, perhaps even to me...