I'm "legal"...

It might have been the wrong thing to do...
It might be weird tomorrow.
Maybe things will be awful. Maybe I will find myself better then I thought.
But for now I shall just wait… patience is leaving me alone with anxiety lately. I think it’s mad with me, or something.
What if I stay alone in that huge crowd, me and the center. Why don’t I feel just ok about it? Why am I so scared of someone?

About the class… it was nice. Lost my fear of being disliked. Now I have to get used to it. To that weird feeling of being tested.

A few moments ago I was feeling so well and complete… I guess it all changed when I realized there are these uncertain things floating above my head.

Know what? To hell with that! It’s done, it’s started, it’s running by itself now. And if I have to sing alone, so be it! If I can act out in some situations, I can do that in all of them right? So bring me tomorrow, and if it is shitty, at least I’ll have memories.



►I like being “legal”…