It’s amazing what throwing your body around with other people and shouting lyrics for a couple hours can do. I needed that, thanks streetlight
I sometimes feel as if I’ve reached a point in my life where I’ve made such serious progress and have begun to properly grow and that because of this, if I slip up, there wouldn’t be any coming back. There’s so much more to learn and I’ve only started to really grow, if I fuck up I won’t know how to get back here. I mean I continue to hit walls but I can usually see that the finish line isn’t for a while. Still though, I don’t know of this is comforting or crippling. In other news, I need to stop thinking about how scared I am of fucking up.