The uniqueness of isolation. Isolation is a constant reminder of who inept one is. Inept at the friendships he now understands or realises as acquaintances. Inept at managing feelings and expectations. Inept at just being normal. It is with a sense of sorrow that one understands what Isolation has brought. It has brought you the feeling of wasting upon the rocks of freedom. I waste day in day out, slaving in front of the computer with windows wide open to the world in the hope that a message comes through, that a comment comes through, that a sign of belonging comes through. It is hard to feel inadequate, to feel unpurposeful, to feel unwanted. Life is fickle, Life is mostly unwarranted abandon... I remain isolated and I feel I will continue to do so for the future holds nothing but contempt and hate towards those of us who are different. And just like that Isolation brings a sense of freedom...