Sometimes I feel like I am on a completely different planet to everyone else. I just don’t get public opinion. And sometimes I feel a bit weird when people agree with me. I can’t understand why everyone likes you. I mean, I like you but why does everyone else? You can be irritating. And you think you are so perfect. Maybe you are. Maybe that’s why I find you irritating. I cannot compete. But you’re leaking into every other bit of my life and rendering me useless. You’re a better, funnier and prettier version of me. Only less weird. And vulgar. Maybe that’s a good thing. I think people only like me because my vulgarity is novel and new. I feel like a one-woman freak show.
We’re drifting apart. We are so different. We are growing in opposite directions.