see, last wednesday, i was wearing this white tee.

then after some time, for reasons i don't know or maybe cannot fathom, it got dirt on it.
the feeling was so abnormal, wearing a dirty shirt. it was like i really wanted to take it off than reach rock-bottom with shame. when i managed to find a comfort room, i switched to a black shirt. ah, better.

then some pondering began. why was i itching to take the shirt off?

the answer: everybody would look at what's wrong with me rather than what i really am. they would look at that simple, small smudge that seem to have ruined my whole personality. even if didn't mean to have some black spots on my white shirt, they'd look at me like crazy-or at least that's what i think. i became so crazy to think about what others would tell me.


don't see the smudges. see the whitiest shirt on everyone. blemishes are NORMAL.

don't get freaked out with your smudges.

everybody has one.

and they aren't hiding it. you're just seeing the white shirt on them.