You don't understand.

One of the things I hate most is when my mom pretends that she understands my connection to music. She doesn't. She never will. Yea, you listen to music too, I get it; but its not the same. 

Today I'm missing the last concert held by a band called "My Favorite Highway" because the people I was supposed to go with backed out, not on purpose. So since I live in NYC, and the show was in Vienna, VA, I couldn't go by myself.

I tell my mom yesterday that I cant go, and her respond is that is wasn't a "big deal". Excuse me, but this is the best thing in my life, and I'm at home, pissed the fuck off.

This band means the world to me, and when I read that they were breaking up a cried for days. They saved me from depression and from ultimately collapsing on myself.

I didn't care if I would have a mental breakdown in front of hundreds of their fans, I needed to go.

It is currently 5:40pm. The show I had a ticket for is at 6:30pm.

What will happen at that time, I do not know. But I know its going to take forever to recover.

I'm permanently broken.