That dead cat on the other side of the yard.

Am I becoming who I wanted to be? Or is this a warped misconception of what I thought they wanted of me? How many times will I reach out for humanity, get distracted, and miss completely? I think I know what I want, but I know it would not satisfy me. I'm terribly inconsistent, full of irrationality. And even as I wonder what is wrong with me, I see, it's only the distance between us.