Maybe I should say I wish things were different, but I don't. I love them, even though there came a time I almost hated them. And that is something I never told them. One, because I never had the courage, two, because all I wanted was to escape, and three because I tought it wasn't necessary. If I had stayed with them for longer, perhaps there would be things I'd never experience, and which might be important. I took the hardest road and I learned from it, I grew. If I had left sooner, I'd have the easy road ahead again, and I would have spared myself of so many problems, but I would never know true companionship. I learned the hard and the soft way with them. I thank everyone in this process, even tough they might hate me or never understand nor forgive me. The Universe is always challenging me, always giving me hell, but it has done something: it has teached me that the things I truly want or don't even know I do won't present themselves at my door, and that life is never going to be easy and nothing is ever going to be perfect. They will ask how I could have done it but there isn't an answer to "how" I've done it, I just did because maybe I'm not such a coward after all.

A cliché, but a truth: the normal people will never understand the struggles of living inside a mind like mine, anyway.