But if he thought I wasn't being honest that would be all he had to say. I would've convince him I wasn't a liar. Maybe a little boasty sometimes, but only when I had already tried all the other ways. And after all I'd get it alright again. It wouldn't be the first time I failed at doing that, but that wouldn't happen a fourth time. Maybe fifth. But I always tried, see what's inside of every plan our enemies made, try to bond all the things I could find to logically form a concusion, and of course a solution.
My mind always was the moonlight of my life, every night. Everything in there was right where it belonged, everything with its own place. I'd be always the kid that just was alone for days, untill it's parents forced it do play with someone. And then it wouldn't turn out to something fun for the other kid, and it'd always walk away. One time I was so into my mind thinking about all the good stuff I was gonna do later, I got manic. My parents actually were happy that I smiled for a longer time than one second. My brain was just this everworking contraption always putting me down when other kids came to me. when I was about two years old I finally got it under controll and made it do only things that it was supposed to do. And that's when I decided to leave that herd.