Sadness Is…


So when Michael and I started dating, he would play this band Avenged Sevenfold like all the time. He was obsessed with the band. He gave me one CD to listen to, but not the others; having promised to make “the perfect” playlist, burn CDs, and would mail me care packages. Of course he never did, in fact he never sent me anything but I sent him stuff. Rude, huh.

How rude

Anyways, when we broke up I was sad that I decided that I was going to check out a bunch of Avenged Sevenfold CDs and listen to their music.

So I did and I became OBSESSED with them. Like a part of me is mad that Michael didn’t give me the CDs sooner so that I could fangirl over the band with him. Instead I was stuck trying to find someone to discuss their music with. 😦

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A fangirl needs other fangirls/boys.

This is me right now

This is me right now

So now that they have become one of my favorite bands (Soon to be coming posts about my fav songs) This is how I feel:

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Sad face to the 10th power. 😦 😥 😦

What makes me really sad/mad is that they won’t be coming back to my area for a long, long time. When Michael and I first got together, I remember him telling me how excited he was that Avenged Sevenfold was coming to the area because they hadn’t been there in forever, and were not coming for a long, long, long time. If only Michael had given me all the A7x CDs I would have listened to them, fangirled like crazy, and seen them perform. That jerk. So now I’m just sadly waiting until they return here.

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But when they do come, who can I get to go with me? That is the question. Hmmm…

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