Dear, Diary...
It's hard for me to stand out in the crowd,
Even I, myself don't remember when it began.
My hand froze and shaking,
My voice stuck in the throat,
Amd I, standing there, trying to calm myself.
I'm not actually hate it,
It just...
A thing that let my insecurity shine!
But...
I have to fight it.
I need to confront it.
To be able standing there with confidence.
