Whenever the panic sets in, for whatever reason, I get this tremendous urge to just scurry away. Like a bug.
A buddy of mine wanted me to play the guitar because he really wanted to hear me play. Fair enough, but I still haven't passed that confidence threshold and I did feel anxious when I played in front of him. In my delicious mess of a mind I wanted to flee, skitter away like a bug.
Sad guitar is sad for being tossed away like that. Goddamnit, James! Keep your panic attacks at bay
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