I have pretty bad self esteem issues. You could say I hate myself, I suppose.
Class is pretty bad. I shake when I’m in front of others. The thing that bothers me most is that they don’t give a shit.
So I shouldn’t either, I guess.
Slight back story from a character of mine.
I really enjoy writing about concerts for some reason. It makes me realize how amazing they really are; how great it feels to have the bass pounding through your entire body; how the crowd reacts when the band finally comes on stage; how they can so effortlessly sing along the entire time even though their throats can’t handle it; and how much I fucking love them.
This is a little prompt from the beginning of a longer story I started. Not sure what to do with it now, though.
