Yesterday was a different time,
Yesterday I had friends.
Not that I don't!

Yesterday seems far away,
a different me, a different life.
It actually was.
I am not the same.
My life is certainly not the same.

Things change, I know that, and have learned to embrace it. But others don't embrace it, or my change, at least, and I look back and know that the new me isn't liked. The question: Should I find the old me to make others happy? Or should I be who I am, and be unhappy because I am unliked? I love my friends. But it doesn't seem as hard to leave in September as it seemed before.