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Listen/purchase: Anxious Type by Shit Present
Listen/purchase: Anxious Type by Shit Present
The goddamn fucking chorus | Appears at the chorus part
Been having a rough couple of weeks/months/years lately. The other week during my first week in a new job, in which I have a limited idea of what I’m actually doing and under-qualified af, I was standing at Footscray station waiting for the train to Ballarat. I was catching the train to Ballarat because I was living there since my relationship ended a couple months earlier, and being unemployed I couldn’t really afford to rent a new a place or emotionally afford to live with my ex - hence living with my mum in Ballarat. That week was also the week where my ex, who I still love, was moving interstate. I saw him for the last time a few days earlier and had been on edge ever since.
So anyway, after a day at work worrying about literally everything going wrong in my life and thinking I’m doing a potentially bad job and I could be fired at any moment (yay, casual contracts!). After already suffering a two hour journey that morning to get to work. After finally finishing work just late enough to miss my train to Footscray from Parliament. After waiting for the next one. After arriving at Footscray just in time to miss my train home. After the next train being delayed. After fucking almost having a fucking mental breakdown on a fucking train platform. After the next train arrived on a different platform than it was supposed to making me miss it. After trying really hard not to jump on the fucking train tracks. After my anxiety was doing its best to destroy me. Then “Anxious Type” came on shuffle and the chorus ripped right through me. And I felt alright for three minutes. And then I played it again and again until I got on the train. So in a way, this EP saved my life. Probably not really, but it’s very important and being alive is pretty alright now.