fuck

My anxiety has spoken to me in ways that my own enemies haven’t. It tried to convince me that my girlfriend didn’t want me to come into town. It tried to convince me to stay in Phoenix and not Fly to NYC. It tried to convince me that all of its lies were true and thankfully my support system and friends convinced me to tell it to shut the fuck up. I’m sitting in an air port bar drinking a beer waiting for this flight. I leave at midnight and arrive on the east Coast around 630. Then I take the subways to Brooklyn from JFK. I’ve never been so stoked and terrified in my life. I just want to feel her warmth but I’m scared that my bullshit here is too much. Here’s to saying fuck it and doing what I do, diving head first.