burn

It's discouraging to lose people - like, when people who were part of your life are no longer - but there's a positive way to look at it. You're becoming your true self, and those people know the old you. You've grown out of them. 

I can think of lots of ways that things could have worked out better. If I was normal, things would be very different. I always interpret that movement away from others as a fault of mine. I don't measure up. 

But maybe it's not that there's something wrong with me. It's like the tale of the ugly duckling, who was neither ugly nor a duckling, but something else entirely.