Hm, look at me i'm still alive. Seems rather strange to me. Feel nothing about this if the resultant of aching shame, irritation, boredom, lead-colored fatigue, dreary necessity to make decisions, self-hatred and emptiness could be spelled as "nothing". Hm,'ve forgotten "sotitude", as always. No way to become even a bit more satisfied by myself. Don't like this incarnation with its ironical bdsm title.