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I want to do it. I really really really want to do it. Can I do it? It's not so much the thought of not getting to do it but rather doing it and it being a disaster. Which, is irrational, because it can't be an outright disaster. Damn friggin anxiety and lack of GABA neurotransmitters. Damn friggin racing heartbeat. I've been utterly trapped in this cage my whoooolleee life. A self-inflicted cage. I want to fly, but I'm too scared of banging into a tree, even though it's a field of some sort and there are no trees to bang in to. Yet, I'm still freaked out about the non-existent trees. F*ck it, I want to do it.... Maybe... DEFINITELY...maybe...