"I think I'm gonna change my whole design," he says, seemingly to himself, but just loud enough for others to hear so that they will be forced to respond. Qristyl, busy with her own (hideous) fabric, actually takes time to encourage him to stop second-guessing himself and tells him he's good. While he's fleebusing around, looking for sympathy, Mitchell is preparing to smock. "What's smocking?" Christopher asks, in all innocence, and not since "I don't sketch," which, okay, was just a few minutes ago, have I smacked my forehead with such violence. Christopher. How many self-help books on fashion can you have read if you have never heard of smocking? You alarm me. Mitchell, though he is fluttering under the pressure, sort of explains it to him. What someone ought to do, however, is explain normal behavior to Johnny, who is now approaching a meltdown at full speed. Don't think me uncharitable, Internet. I believe the guy had a drug problem, certainly. But he is rolling out the drama wagon like he's on a Mexican soap opera. No one can even understand what he's so upset about, as he panics needlessly that his design is not good enough. "I feel like I'm completely lost," he whines, "and this has never happened to me, before." Oh, I imagine it has maybe happened to you, before. He Eeyores over to Ra'Mon, saying he feels like maybe he just needs to go sleep for a while. Poor Ra'Mon, confused by this sudden and ridiculous downturn, astutely points out in an interview that Johnny really has nothing to prove to anyone but himself. Out of what I can only perceive as pure kindness, Ra'Mon actually bothers to go out of the workroom and talk to Johnny who has not gone to sleep, but merely has flopped into a chair. Johnny says he is feeling so emotional, he might just decide to throw in the towel. "I just know my limits," he tells Ra'Mon, "and I feel like I've reached one right now. I just never thought it would be like this!" Has he never seen an episode of this show for which he auditioned three times? He's like a little kid who is faking a stomach ache to avoid going to school. I sometimes feel this way when I don't want to go to the gym -- all right, every time -- but I believe my husband would choke me if I started downright whining like this dude. I say this without an ounce of snark: if he's really in addiction recovery, he probably needs a meeting.