Sometimes when I drink it seems like I can get the shyness drunk and sneak past it for a while and have fun before it inevitably catches up to me again. Other times it doesn't work and I just spend all night thinking about how I'm way too fucking shy to say the things I want to say or do the things I want to do. Can't talk, can't dance, etc. This was one of those nights, unfortunately. Foxtrot was cool, I just wish I could have been there as more than an observer. I wish I were not a prisoner within myself.