It was sometimes hard times, I have not anywhere to hide, so I felt depressed, and on others eyes as depressed self-pity moron who is nothing, but there was some nice moments. Thatks for the people, who talked to me and being friendly, even those who hugged me once, and they pretented I do not exist anymore and... Yes, I am an outcast, sorry. Exactly, most people were changed. That is the problem. Now I am old, gross and bald.