I would sit and rot away along with my melancholic feelings, but I bought my Young The Giant ticket two months ago and I’m going to enjoy this fucking concert tonight. That’s final.
Sunday the 13th
- Craft Spells and Part-Time were the opening shows for The Drums last night and every second felt right
- Except for the occasional push and shove from the outrageous crowd
- The Drums had the most perfect setlist
- I’ve never seen that much crowd surfing at a show before
- Some girls tit was hanging out
- Band members were really chill to talk to
- Overall, the night sucked the life out of me and I loved it
Can someone teleport me to the nearest happy event that will occur in my life? And step on it because I’m losing faith. Thanks.
There comes a point to where there is nothing to be done when in love yet frantically falling apart. You just hit the end and take any impact that comes your way.
I’m currently having a hard time trying to cope with this concept.
My eyes are left with fatigue and I’m trying to keep a balanced posture. My phone is becoming idle and the music is beginning to correlate with my sluggish respiration. One thing is always leading to another. Tardily and rapidly, my mind wonders to the thought of declension.
It’s a damn-good thing to know that tomorrow will be Friday.
