"The more and more I started to get comfortable with who I was, the more people I started to lose. They dwindled like old family members at Christmas time... Time passed, and I started to miss these people less and less. The memories I was holding on to were ones that began to seem almost fictionalized; a chapter in a book I had read so long ago. And yet, as they started dropping like flies, I questioned myself. What is wrong with me?"