The panic clock strikes occasionally and it sends you cold sweat, we push things to the last hour and sob inside when everything seems to be going wrong.

Sometimes, I wish I can be confident (even if it is by appearance) in what I do. I depend too much on people's opinion that I know it isn't good for me, but I find consolation whenever I find others my age doing the same. After all, mostly whatever we do isn't it usually to seek people's opinion? Or rather more accurately to seek approval.

I often forget myself that I do the things I do cause I enjoy it.

For goodness sake, Zong blunders whenever she is in foul mood or when she feels uncomfortable and feels herself going berserkly crazy.