tuesday was suppose to be the best day of my life. i had m&g that i got for my 17th birthday. i had my outfit planned, my hair, my shoes, i even knew what i was going to make the instagram caption of me and the boys after i got my picture. I’ve literally been counting down the hours since the second i got my tickets. I was suppose to sit 3 rows in front of nick. i was suppose to cry along to wylmite as i have done 100 times before.
and now ill be crying alone with a fucking iPod instead of my boys.