So he became more and more isolated, and most of all, he was sure that he was the only person he could ever talk with about this. At the beginning, this sounded just horrible, but after a while, he had gotten so used to it, that nothing ever seemed so clear and normal.
He was used to telling himself that all this had no importance at all, and that all he needed was time, just some time to spend on his own, maybe with some distant friends, if ever such thing existed, and to try to forget everything.
And to do so, he needed nobody to remind him about this, so being alone was just perfect for the moment. He had no idea what would have happened after this, once he has forget this and wanted to share some new experiences with other people. But now this moment seemed so far away that there was no need for him to think about it.