I'm beginning to feel afraid now. What if I thought I would love to be there but turns out I weren't? What if I miss the things and people here, something I wouldn't expect myself to? How, then, can I really be happy? Time is passing by too fast and it's all coming to an end. I don't know if this is the end I have wanted all along but I really would love to know how sweet liberation taste like. I'm nervous for the change. I'll be alone, something I've always enjoyed, but what if too much of it changes me instead?
