My Bad Day I was setting in my room ... my Bloody Dark room ... even it was white , I just couldn't see the white part ... maybe because White stands for truth , honest or purity and my BAD Day was not .... I askesd my self , as I typed the last word of my unended work's code , I asked myself a question that may not be strange for most of us , its not the first time i ask myself this question , I did before but with no answeres ... I think of this question every time I broke down ... every time I pissed off ... every time I feel frustrated ..... and when I thought of this question I couldn't find any answer for it , I tried to but I just couldn't ... This question was "WHY ?" Why peopls' talk full of Deseption ? Why Do I have to accept this Deseption ? Why there is no one to trust ? Why the world is falling apart ? Why is life unfair ? Why is life full of emptiness ? Why ...? Why ...? Why ...? I picked My Black mug ... drank my black cof