Hi, diary.
Everything in this room is very white. My clothes are white too. I know that white is all colours at once so it's really like having all of them, but a lot of the time it doesn't feel like having all of them, it feels like having lots of white. I think that sometimes it's too much and too perfect because it hurts my eyes. I like other colours too.
I think I would like some things to be red because red is what's inside me. That's not just because I see red in my eyes when I look in the mirror, or because there is blood inside me that colour, but it feels like what is inside me too in another way. If my heart has a colour then I think it would be red. Actually, hearts are always red. My... person I think is what I mean.
I think that white is perfect and like humans because it is all things at once and red is like me because I am just good for one thing, but I like red even if it isn't perfect. Maybe because I'm not perfect I like things that are not perfect too. Maybe I shouldn't like things that are not perfect though, and that's why all the walls are white, because humans only like perfect things.
I think that it would be perfect if humans and Reyvateils were both happy, but I don't really know what perfect is, so I'm sure whatever I think it is, it isn't really.
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