I just got back from HardBass. In the train, on my way to the party, I got one of my anxiety attacks again. It pissed me off, and I was really trying to fight it. I went to the party anyway, and even though something didn't feel right in my head, I had a good time. The music was really, really awesome, and so was the atmosphere. It was good night, but I wish I could have enjoyed it more (I normally would have).
It's passed 8 in the morning, and the sun is shining. I'm off to bed.