Yesterday I wrote about this awesome night, which it truly was, and now I’m feeling like a sack of shit with all these insecurities that returned to my head. “You’re not good enough to do this. You’re spending too much money. Nobody wants to be your friend.” You can have these wonderful days or nights but if you don’t fix the problem at the source, you’ll revert back to harbored shame or fear. So I’m creating the narrative in my head that I can do this. Which I can. I’ve been in far duller circumstances and made the most of it. I’m the best at travel out of all my friends. I’ve made films that made people cry. If it’s necessary for me to hype myself up in this manner to construct a more positive narrative then so be it. I am here for a reason. I will honor these BlaBlaCar drivers. This is only the beginning