Dec 31, 2018
“god ---- this shit is bad, right? i’m not just being a douchebag?” fitz sinks into his chair a little bit lower, having to fight the urge to shield his eyes from the disaster happening upon that stage. when stand up is good, it’s fine ---- but when it’s bad, it’s horrible. the energy of the room makes his stomach sink, and he can’t help but want to crawl out the back. “can’t we just leave? i feel like i’m gonna be sick. this shit’s giving me anxiety, bro.”