“I just missed the first song. No way is it over.”
“And for our last song. This is called ‘Summertime’.” (insert expletives and hysteria here)
“Why did they go first?! Shouldn’t they have been second? I mean, Jed Madela? COME ON.”
“Maybe if I didn’t have that burger…”
“Maybe they’ll have a secret show somewhere? Please, please, please…”
I spent the entire Sunday under the covers save for some Internet break and a cup of ice cream. It almost felt like I had just broken up with someone. I didn’t want to talk, I just wanted to cry. No, scratch that. I wanted to die.
Come on, my friend sent this message to me: You’ll get over it, it will just take a bit of time I guess.
Today, I have not stopped listening to their songs. I have started to laugh at my “depression.” And more importantly, I am out of my room and eating.
Who would’ve thought it would hit me this hard?!