I felt that there was something wrong with me. I either wrote too much, too often, or did not write at all. I either ate too much or skipped too many meals. I woke up too early or stayed up too late. It was rather difficult to maintain a balance in my life, and at times, I noticed that my actions differed from my thoughts. The reason for that, I supposed, was the same as everyone. Our thoughts are purely ours but we act under the pressure of what people around us expect us to be. Under society's squinted eyes, we play different roles and deceive each other. I believed no one was truly being themselves unless they were alone.

- Allie; the colour of rust