I worry that I will spend the three days on an outside. I worry that I will end up being a hanger-on, a burden, an also-ran. I worry that I will be stupid and boring and annoying. I worry that I will bring everybody down. I worry that I will have nothing to say, and nothing to add, and no purpose there at all. I worry that I will come away from this weekend with bile in my mouth and salt water in my eyes.
New friends are so hard on the nerves.
I am terrified by how much I want this. And freaked out at how terrified I am.
I worry about the vibes.
Will I be okay?
Adventures. They should be worth the risk, no?
New friends are so hard on the nerves.
I am terrified by how much I want this. And freaked out at how terrified I am.
I worry about the vibes.
Will I be okay?
Adventures. They should be worth the risk, no?
stop worrying and come along. :-)
ReplyDeletewhatever happens, it will all be part of the experience.
and that's all we are - the sum of our experiences.
...or something like that.
This is V
ReplyDeleteYou know my thoughts on travel and adventure...don't let your paranoia get in your way..pack your bags and have a good time
Cheers
:) Yes, sirs.
ReplyDeleteSo everything is arranged then. :)
ReplyDeleteOne question... You're packing "BAGS"?
ReplyDeleteSee ya 'morrow!
have fun!
ReplyDeleteand i hope i'll get to hear details later...
bloody nonsense.
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