Animal House was shit. Beautiful
girls, so sweet, so soft… it’s hard to see where it goes wrong. But it’s not.
The music was terrible, slow… trap. People looked bored, plus I broke my mask
and shoe (lmao). I saw this girl, she was so cute… the cutest, so adorable, pretty,
beautiful, everything you want in girl. When I think of her my heart stops, it
freezes me in place. It’s like everything in my life doesn’t matter, only her...
only whatever she wants, it’s like I want to live for her… and she doesn’t even
know my name nor I hers. I watched as she slipped by me leaving only but a
brush of her hand against mine. How I wished to have reached out and grabbed
hers.
I can’t believe I spent 60 bucks
on a fucking ticket… what a waste of fucking money. But what actually made it
shit was me. I hated the music, the non-existent vibe that was there… or maybe
I just didn’t know the right people. Either way I fucked up, I fucked up bad
and this resulted in my best friends having the night of their life at another
venue, without me… could it get any worse?
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This world is broken
