"You know?...sometimes I used to spend time looking people and cars passing by the window, I used to imagine that I could actualy go out and live my life like does people were living theirs, but I couldn't, there was always something making me stay just right were I was, infront of the window, wishing to go out, wishig to cross that thin barrer that didn't let me live, that just let me watch time and life pass by, infront of me....But the scary thing is that sometimes I feel that is coming back, and it try to put me again in the other side of the window, back were I used to be, oh no...don't wanna go there again, not again please, not now when finally my life depends on me, and what what happens in it is under my control, well not everything, but is in my control how to act and react, what else can I ask for?"