i wonder what it would be like to accept the darkness in my life again. I think i had enough of my white skin. I guess i miss the chekyness of a strong pigment . I know it will stain me again as i am no exception to "it" and and i will need my left eye to wash it; but as usual, my heartbeat is faster than my thought. i will comfort myself with codes from now on and every sunday and monday i will imagine a feedback of pleasant untruths.