Fuck my life, I seem to have so little control over it right now and it's really getting to me- I need a break, just to cut everyone out and focus and collect myself. Time to think, time to catch my breath.
I'm in the strangest place right now- I've just been to a killer gig, the kind I've been dreaming of for ages. Rolo Tomassi didn't go down too well, I had a good time with Fucked Up, jumping on Pink eye's back and going pretty crazy in an average pit. That man is so, so sweaty and hairy but an absolute legend. He barely stayed on stage, and just wandered around the room going into people's faces it was funny. I was with Sean and that boy doesn't move at all, he also didn't ever acknowledge me during any set- which was weird but not crucial.
Anyway, so then it was the bronx and the space infront of the stage was much fuller than for either band before. The bronx rocked on and it was absolute carnage from then on... innumerable stage dives, people clinging to the lighting rig and climaxing in a stage invasion.
The last two songs were insane, I really want to see the photos the photographer was taking, might be a few of me which would be sweet. The only way I could have had a better time was if I knew their discographies better, lyrics etc and if the bronx's set was a little shorter haha! pussy.
I just felt really disatisfied with my life on the walk home- it was fucking freezing and I ache.
I ache all over.
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