Sometimes, my own strangeness frustrates even myself.

I was sort of in depression mode after the dance practice this afternoon. Partly it was because my teacher pointed out quite a lot of things I did wrong while I was practicing a dance which I did last Sunday. The shamefulness sort of overshadowed me because I knew that if I did it wrong today, I must had been done very uglily on last Sunday. Being a perfectionist, it was painful to know that you done something low quality in public.

But that's not all.

I was depressed because someone didn't talk to me, someone who I assumpted to be my good friend.

Now, this really shows how childish I am, because others don't have obligation to come and cheer you up just because you are sick. Besides, I did have that "I-am-so-painful-so-leave-me-along" kind of look.

Still I was depressed because she didn't come by and talk to me.

Ain't I strange or what.