I'm Zheit, a blind man who is denying that needs help all the time. I hate when people talk about sight or that they can see because I can't and that angry me. I said I hate beautiful things, but that's because I miss being able to see them, but I don't show that part of me because it makes me look weak. I'm very clumsy, trip a lot and wave my hands around to feel my surroundings. My senses of touch and hearing are the only thing I have left since I went blind. I deny any kind of company.