❝too good to be true.❞
Is exactly what I'm thinking right now. I just found out tonight that AFI canceled their show in Winnipeg, MB, where I was supposed to be going to see them. It feels like I got slapped in the face, stomped on and pushed to the ground face first. Scheduling complications my fucking arse. I don't know how long I've been waiting for that day, to see them for the first time. I think ever since I was eleven years old, when I first heard them. My brother bought me my first AFI CD, Sing The Sorrow, and the only song I knew was Girl's Not Grey, and I didn't even know the words, I just loved the way it sounded.
I don't even care about the refund. It's just money. If I had the money, I would have paid absolutely anything to see them, they're my idols. So many people get to see them so many times, like it's nothing, so simple, but I can't even see them once! It just isn't fair, and I doubt they'll even come back to Winnipeg for another looooong fucking time, and I won't be able to see them at all for years. I'm just so fucking upset, pissed off, hurt and sad all at the same time.
When I first saw it. I was upstairs, watching an episode of Angel, and my mom had just come back from the hospital. I saw it, and I just couldn't believe it. I started chanting 'Oh my god,' out loud, and my mom asked me what was wrong. I showed her, let her read it and then I just hurriedly took out the Angel DVD, put my dishes away, unplugged my laptop and rushed down to my room.
❝abandon all hope.❞
I cried so hard for a few minutes, and then my brother Jonathan came in my door. Started being all sympathetic, and saying how he knew how I felt, and it had happened to him a few times. I just don't believe they'll come back. I really don't, my hope has gone, fuck, my middle name is a curse. Hope. I sobbed so hard, I almost started screaming, if I only used my voice, I would have. I cried so hard, I felt it in my head, and even now my head still hurts.
After a while, I found that I couldn't cry anymore, and I simply laid there, staring up at my ceiling. I'm not sure how much time had passed, but I had been staring at the ceiling for such a long time. Broken. The one dream I had, they dangled it in front of me, teased me and took it away. I stared so hard, I felt like I was stuck, like I couldn't move at all. It really was just a dream, and now we're awake. The worst part is, is that they did this to my best friend as well, and I don't even know what she's going through right now, but I know it can't be any different from what I'm feeling.
I took down their posters, and now my wall looks empty and white. I just can't look at them or hear them, even though I know this isn't their fault. I just can't.....
I don't even know if I want anything for my birthday or Christmas now, it just seems so pointless now...
Is exactly what I'm thinking right now. I just found out tonight that AFI canceled their show in Winnipeg, MB, where I was supposed to be going to see them. It feels like I got slapped in the face, stomped on and pushed to the ground face first. Scheduling complications my fucking arse. I don't know how long I've been waiting for that day, to see them for the first time. I think ever since I was eleven years old, when I first heard them. My brother bought me my first AFI CD, Sing The Sorrow, and the only song I knew was Girl's Not Grey, and I didn't even know the words, I just loved the way it sounded.
I don't even care about the refund. It's just money. If I had the money, I would have paid absolutely anything to see them, they're my idols. So many people get to see them so many times, like it's nothing, so simple, but I can't even see them once! It just isn't fair, and I doubt they'll even come back to Winnipeg for another looooong fucking time, and I won't be able to see them at all for years. I'm just so fucking upset, pissed off, hurt and sad all at the same time.
When I first saw it. I was upstairs, watching an episode of Angel, and my mom had just come back from the hospital. I saw it, and I just couldn't believe it. I started chanting 'Oh my god,' out loud, and my mom asked me what was wrong. I showed her, let her read it and then I just hurriedly took out the Angel DVD, put my dishes away, unplugged my laptop and rushed down to my room.
❝abandon all hope.❞
I cried so hard for a few minutes, and then my brother Jonathan came in my door. Started being all sympathetic, and saying how he knew how I felt, and it had happened to him a few times. I just don't believe they'll come back. I really don't, my hope has gone, fuck, my middle name is a curse. Hope. I sobbed so hard, I almost started screaming, if I only used my voice, I would have. I cried so hard, I felt it in my head, and even now my head still hurts.
After a while, I found that I couldn't cry anymore, and I simply laid there, staring up at my ceiling. I'm not sure how much time had passed, but I had been staring at the ceiling for such a long time. Broken. The one dream I had, they dangled it in front of me, teased me and took it away. I stared so hard, I felt like I was stuck, like I couldn't move at all. It really was just a dream, and now we're awake. The worst part is, is that they did this to my best friend as well, and I don't even know what she's going through right now, but I know it can't be any different from what I'm feeling.
I took down their posters, and now my wall looks empty and white. I just can't look at them or hear them, even though I know this isn't their fault. I just can't.....
I don't even know if I want anything for my birthday or Christmas now, it just seems so pointless now...
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