A depressed boy living a 'rejected by social' life. Yes, I'm an Asian but it's normal to me because that's my identity for 16 years with a pair of epicanthic fold eyes.

Why am I depressed?

I've made countless of lies and mistakes, lived with a warmth heart exposed to the world and had been wounded dozens of time by 'friends'. I guess that's what I get for my sins.

What am I doing now?

In a cold, darken, injustice world, I'm searching for the moon, the only pure light that shines bright whilst other lights gave up to the darkness. It may not have the brightest light of all, it can never shine as bright as the sun, but nothing could taint its brightness in the dark. To me, light is hope and purity, the only being that could forgive and dispose a person's negativity and sins.

Forgiveness is what I want, nothing more.