The longer that I remain here, the more people I lose… Sometimes I do wonder if I should’ve stayed and not return at all. At least I wouldn’t be caught in this mess and I wouldn’t be such an emotional wreck. I was in a place where I had the full potential of starting over, a place where no one knew me, save for my beloved. And I destroyed it all by returning to this beautiful city, my home. The place that is killing me with every moment that I remain upon its misty demise. Familiar faces are fast becoming foreign to me. People I thought I knew are now strangers that no longer wish to know me.

Have I changed to the extent of where everyone despises me? Or have they changed to the extent of where I am no longer worthy of their presence?