Gooooooooooooooooooooool.
Ended up in a Peruvian restaurant with futbol behind me, a couple with a baby in front of me, and Kamala Harris in Michigan on TV behind them.
Wolfed down the food.
Told my friend in the car that romance and control issues are not good to experience, and it's not like a panic attack was happening, but it was nerves, and it was triggering.
But maybe this was a good thing to know about me! At this time.
I'm disappointed that nobody wants to come to a concert with me.
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