Math at dawn

Guys, having y’all gathered in here even cyberly is quite a thing. With all of you still following I feel pressured to say something, but there is nothing, except the last. I am an alien, unable to feel like people feel. I have no idea of who I am, what I like and how to like. I wear hundreds of thousands of masks, constantly analyzing which one suits the best, creating scenarios and interests that seem to be authentic and human-alike. I am a fraud a footstep away from being caught. I feel only one thing for which I’m not good enough and that I find unbearable to feel at fullest in the rejection. You guys lit for being humans. Seeking for someone and something, feeling things. This channel still be active, as I find the idea of having discrete bits of me somewhere in cyberspace dimensions comforting. Use this channel to laugh at outdated memes or just unfollow. Bye, guys.