Dear Nerves,
Even after all these years, you still have a keen hold on me. Without fail I feel that throwuppy feeling whenever I think about stepping on stage.
I’d appreciate it if you’d stop visiting. It’s not that I don’t like you as a person. It’s just that I no longer think your presence behooves my desired progression.
That being said, I suppose I’ll see you tonight.
Til then,
-Argus
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“throwuppy.”
i like it. i’ll try and use that one today. a few days late, but i hope you broke a leg =)