I'm freaking BEGGING my parents to drive me to a Lovejoy concert since I'm able to pay for the tickets but the closest one to us is six hours away and I'd have to miss two days of school if I wanted to go T~T
And you're not scared of what you don't know. Everything's a circus or a shit puppet show. I could spend a weekend watching shark videos, and it would feel better than the thought of you
You know it’s getting bad when you’ve spent an hour playing ur clarinet and the reed is genuinely starting to taste like liquor, the back of your throat is buzzing every time you play a high note, and you’re having a semi-valid crash out over an audition because it sounds like crap but if you get into the band it might give you college scholarship money ;D