This makes me feel isolated. I'm not alone anymore, but there was a time where that's all I wanted. It's weird to have good friends, good mentors, a good girlfriend, and have the old psycho inside you reject all you built. Sometimes my love for life simply wanes. I feel so alien. When I was younger this was mistaken for maturity, but I that doesn't sound right.

It's not possible to live alone.

Even someone as spiteful as me can recognize that.