Nice and lonely. I keep asking myself why I am lying about feeling ill just to don’t talk with my ‘light’ even if I prefer the term ‘sunshine’ (irrelevant). I am a ‘shadow’ and…I’m worried that the ‘light’ will notice that I’ve turned into a ‘shadow’ and will be dissapointed of me. And anyway, ‘shadows’ and ‘lights’ don’t have much in common. I wish I was lovely.