MARDI GRAS MARCH BUG OUT
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laura_seabrookAfter 90 minutes of panic attacks, I totally freaked out just now.
I had to leave the assembly area. The noise, the confusion, and not knowing anybody in the group (I did meet Edwina, who I bumped into at Fair Day) was just too much.
Every once of me just wanted to get out of there and GO HOME.
But I'm not home yet.
I keep thinking that I OUGHT to march, that it's embarrissing NOT to.
So here I am in a net cafe off pitt st winging about it.
I just feel fuck - totally and absolutely fucked, and I don't know what to do.
I had to leave the assembly area. The noise, the confusion, and not knowing anybody in the group (I did meet Edwina, who I bumped into at Fair Day) was just too much.
Every once of me just wanted to get out of there and GO HOME.
But I'm not home yet.
I keep thinking that I OUGHT to march, that it's embarrissing NOT to.
So here I am in a net cafe off pitt st winging about it.
I just feel fuck - totally and absolutely fucked, and I don't know what to do.
