my book of regrets // rants

lemme tell you a thing about concerts

three times I've waited and counted down for concerts.

I've thought about what I would wear and what makeup and what shoes and what bag but all of those little details go away when you're there.

after counting for over 100 days for fall out boy, my outfit and makeup and bag and shoes disappeared from my thoughts.

i've made the mistake the past two times to film a majority of what i saw. and it is a stupid idea, you should be able to live in the moment and all of that cheesy jazz, but really (especially with my first twenty one pilots concert) you want to be able to rewatch and relive that moment over and over again.

with makenna as my witness I would rewatch  almost the entire set of my twenty one pilots show from my phone and cry, two months after seeing it.

and that was literally a 30 minute set. I'm seeing my first full tøp show in 258 days (as of 5/31/16)

I get to see ride again, dOUBT, KITCHEN MOTHERFUCKING SINK.

i cannot put into words just thinking about being in the pit with josh fucking dun maybe 100 feet away from me.

those are the things that are good about life. when you think about life you think about the good and bad times, the adrenaline rushes and the tears. (I get both at a concert, by the way)