Words of a teenage escapist.

i feel so pathetic for counting down the days until september 7 like i have nothing else better to do but my life is a constant struggle and most times, the things i look forward to are the only things that keep me going. today my mom and i were talking about concert tickets over cream-based frappes and i could feel electricity tingling in my fingertips. i’ve waited so long for an opportunity like this, for two of my favorite groups to perform on one stage together, and for this dream to turn into a reality seems too good to be true that i oftentimes have to pinch myself out of the blue just to make sure that this concert is really going to happen and i’m going to be there, amidst the sea of faces, screaming their names and their song’s lyrics at the top of my lungs. i don’t even mind waiting in line for 12 hours under the heat of the sun and the physical plus emotional pain that i’ll feel after the concert, i just know that it’s all going to be fucking worth it.