How I view my synaesthesia:
It’s normal, seeing colours and all that other stuff. Completely normal.
How my close friends view my synaesthesia:
Give me your brain, now. I want your gift, even just for twenty-four hours.
How everybody else views my synaesthesia:
You’re obviously an extraterrestrial.
I’m not saying it wasaliens.Aliens.
^^^THIS
Everyone has to leave. And I will say that when I do leave, it’s not because I see something better or anything like that. It’s just that it’s time. When I do leave, it will be the hardest thing. This is my seventh year, and I mean, that’s my family, it’s my heart, it’s New York, to me. But you know, you have to leave things that you love.