I've got dumb, crippling issues. Here's my confession: I hate it when people look over my shoulder when I'm making sketches or drawing. I hate having to endure whatever they have to say about my work, coz then I'd have to think of what to say in reply, and I'm not sure I'm any good at taking compliments. And to think I took up Fine Arts for two years! Maybe that's the reason why I didn't stick with it and graduated. I mean, I loved it over there! I loved all the things that we made in class, and the people that I've met were crazy as hell or at least were absolutely cool as a glass of ice water. But I clammed up. I got scared of showing a part of myself out there for everyone to look at and observe, and judge. I was such a coward! And so I slacked off, and went to my classes less and less, until I didn't go at all. Like everything I've ever started doing, I quit. Gave up. Gave up and stamped out the fire. Got scared... Now there's a sad realization...