sometimes i think about when i went to my first emo nite at this tiny little record store with like 50 people in the audience and i was so uncontrollably excited and hyper and jolly i was the most passionate out of everyone there like i was moshing in the most unmoshable terain imagineable and i cringe a bit bc why the fuck was i doing alladat but then i remember that i was indeed uncontrollably excited and hyper and jolly and thats beautiful so its okay bc i had fun and thats what matters even if i danced so hard the guy at the counter asked if i was okay













