I wanted to test the perimeters again. I have this insubstantial thinking that if I get to go through this once, if I can just hold up till the night ends, then maybe the perimeters of my anxiety would incoherently expand.
Only it didn’t. I guess I should have taken the hint from my hand trembling just as we went inside. The hand I tried my best to hide. Now I’m stuck in wait for the terrible to take place.
But there is something about careless crowds in loud music and bright lights filling glasses of gin.
Im glad I went but I ain’t ever clubbing again – post anxiety is not worth it