Hi. It's been 10 years since the first step of facing bigger world. I did not realize it's been a decade, but I'm counting and grouping times based on two patterns of events; white and black, good and bad. I thought the first step is a white one, and the day after three years from it would be black. But turns out I don't know what is white or what is black, and it is not fair to decide it like that. Because who I am? I realize that they are grey, all of them. Maybe it is dark grey or light grey or mid grey, I don't know if you can call it so. But for the safest line I could step on, I know they are grey. And every time the color was changing, between the bar, I unconsiously piled up my skin. How those colors affect me. And I found many things. Most of them are scars, like bruises or scratch. Most of them are ugly too, because it left a mark, and it will always be there if I look at my self, whether somebody point it out to me or I could just low my head and see it c...