Hellish, yes?
I went to cursive and I knew it would be a bad decision, but i went anyways.
When I went downstairs to meet everyone, Kyle called again. I had finally calmed down and was at a place where i could enjoy the show but he destroyed that. Sobbing again in the bedroom. I kicked Packey out and he sleeps there. When he was done, we left to go to the show. We got there and I immediately wanted to leave. I stuck it out.
The first band, whose name I don't know, played. They were from Portland like Elliott. All I could think about was that. They had these songs, vaguely biblical, but beautiful. and they kept making me cry. there was one, "if i have any faith left, pray for me" or something like that.
and I lost it. because that sums it up.
If i ever had any faith was maybe how it went. I dont know. but that sums it up.
They were done and we moved dead center for cursive.
They opened with this song that had the line 'the best i can do' in it or something. And so it began. and continued. every other song at least. Especially driftwood, 'now I wonder how I was made..."
I left early and sat outside.
Miserable.
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