Time flies, so true. I didn't realize the last post I wrote was one month ago. The summer job, the hot weather and too much preparatory reading leave me hardly any time to say something. Always having things to say, which has not been properly canalized, I am feeling a little messy inside my head, but the worst may be missing something. I talk with a different kind of people ( 'the so-called normal', or more precisely and to avoid being called condescending, I'd say the kind that won't risk being regarded as 'crazy', or 'weird' ) but throwing and catching the banal words, I miss conversing with the people who never stop amazing me, I miss their smiling at me so personally, and I miss the beauty, genius, passion, and connections I see, hear and feel when I am with them. If I am having a taste of the 'real world', or 'reality', ' realistic aspect of the world', then it is not crazy, but tedious. I will not kill me by cruelty but by boredom. My mind cannot go on for so long without being nurtured.  Maybe, like some have warned me before not to go too far, I think I've already gone too far, so willingly to continue.