
You guys, I'm starting to worry for my own mental health. You want to know why? Because meeting Gerard is still fucking with my head.
If I think about it too hard, I get kind of nauseous. It's mostly because I regret so much about what I DIDN'T do - I didn't get a picture that would have pretty much made the rest of my entire life, I didn't ask about Desert Song or pass on my best wishes for Frankie. I know that what I did was be a good, unobtrusive fan, but I can't help but feel like I wasted this amazing opportunity to let Gerard know just a little bit of how much he affects me.
As a result, I have a hard time listening to Desert Song, or watching the most recent interviews with Gerard. I don't even KNOW what the fuck is going on in my head and I really want it to stop.
ANYway. I'm addicted to The Used, okay. Since downloading their latest album yesterday, I've listened to every song 10 times. Um. That's 10 hours of the last, oh, 30 spent listening to them. WHAT? I just. I don't even know.
I still don't have the first two albums... *puppy eyes*
(So exhausted. So much work to do. Want to cry.)