out, out, out

I think I've attained perfection in avoiding people.
I buy some ready to eat shit at the bakery so that I don't even have to make a sandwich in our shared kitchen.
I leave all the work for late evening; when I finally emerge from my room with my zombie face, everybody's already asleep.
I take the earlier bus to the university so that I don't run across the guys from my classes.
I don't see, hear; I turn my eyes away. Hoping they won't recognize my face, won't see, won't find out.
Still the best way to avoid people is to stop being at all. Which is especially brilliant a solution as it sets me free from myself as well.