I'm actually scared. Imagine walking alone, with your both hands full, on the corridor, while the lights are flickering. It's dark, cold and quiet.
Guitar camp, I'm back to wash up.
The performance went well, not too bad, just slight mistakes.
Maybe camp schedule isn't packed enough. I have free time to overthink. And guess what?
I'm screwed, wherever I go.
I think the worst thing is still that sudden headache.
Wait. It's not sudden. It's occasionally here.
._. Maybe I need badminton.
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