Everybody's going to be so well off and happy and I won't be. I won't have a happy family and close friendships. I'd have myself. I'd probably be living in a crammed studio apartment with barely any room to walk and store my shit while everyone I once knew would be living in comfortable houses with love and stability and support. And I'd probably try to track some of them down and when I do, if I do, they would furrow their brow and ask, ''Who are you?''.

Silly me. I was never there to them to begin with. I was never dear to them to begin with.