I wish I was on a plane right now. To anywhere. Preferably to see my dad. I can just see it. Lifting off and putting my music oh its highest volume feeling independent. Closing my eyes listening to my favourite song -which at the moment is Mr. Brightside.- I just miss the feeling of packing the night before and waking up early to make sure I have everything and to settle down for the last hour I have in the place I currently stand. Just to obsorb the stories and the history that said place holds. I want to cry but I have no tears tonight.
I feel sorry for people that didn’t listen to pop punk/emo/scene/alternative rock back in the late 90s and early/mid 2000s because that music was the best especially in your teens. Best angst music ever.