I’m at the airport on my way to Denver to finally see one of my Humi’s perform live, in actual real life. I’m so excited. But also scared as hell. I have had this feeling like I want to just play this dissapeering act. Run away from the discomfort of feeling imprisoned by being my grandfathers sole caretaker. Maybe even do some shady shit and run off to another country and never come back. But I am too responsible and caring for that, for one. I feel like not bringing my cats with me this time-