Absence.

As you get better looking, take better care of yourself, find happiness and love, and begin to achieve true independence, the people in your life who purported to care about you become increasingly hostile. They feel less and less needed.

So now I wear black every day. Nothing but black. I've seen the godawful true face of human nature and there is nothing else for it but to reflect the absence of anything good that greets my eyes. When they send me back the way I came, cold and finally uncaring, it will seem somehow appropriate.