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Today The Fray is playing in Austin, Texas.

It is impossible for me to see them because this is the week of Semester Exams,  I have no ticket and not enough gas to drive all the way there (not to mention my parents won’t let me make the 5-6 hour drive alone,) and my parents have to work. It would just be very very difficult for me to see them tonight.

This will be the first time since I’ve known about them that I won’t have seen them every time that they’ve come to Texas (besides the 2 Summer Tour dates for Houston when they’ve also come to Dallas as well.)

I’m wearing all black today to convery my feelings on the subject, and three Fray pins right above my heart.

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My day:

People make fun of me in first period for my attire, and they tell me I’m not a good enough fan because I’m not going tonight. My heart breaks a little.

I try and go about my day at school normally, waiting and hoping (me being the extremely stupid, naive person I am) that my mom might pop in and surprise me with tickets, having somehow worked out a way to go. I realize that scene isn’t ever going to play out as class after class goes by, and I get more and more withdrawn as my realization of this gets clearer and clearer as the hands on the clock continue to move forward. It really hits me in Physics though, and I make the mistake of telling two more of my friends about not getting to go to the concert.

Zack, the real antagonist here, writes what you see above on this piece of duck tape that was previously attached to my arm. He proceeds to make fun of me not being able to go and also my aversion to the name Anna (this is self-explanatory) by repeating, “Austin. Not going. No Austin. Anna. What starts with A? Annaaaa… Austin. Austin Anna. AnnaAustin. Not going. Austin.” for the rest of the class.

My heart hurts a little more each time he says these things, and by the end of class I am in the shittiest and most depressed mood I think I have been in all school year. 

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All of this, and me not being able to go to this one concert might not mean much to the average person, but it means so very much to me.

And you might not know how it feels to feel this feeling, this feeling of sheer worthlessness and desolation, knowing you won’t get to see the people you respect and look up to the most in the world and hear them perform when they are so close, and there for many to see, but to those of you who do, I share your pain.

It is so possible to be able to take them, and their music in with your own two eyes and ears, but yet not quite possible enough for you, it seems.

This is one of the worst feelings in the whole world. 

fuckyeahpokemon:

hellonicki:

awh poor baby, come here .. 8(

 charchar, come here love!

fuckyeahpokemon:

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