If anyone cares, I am still alive and got through my rough patch. Although there are times that I still want to kill myself, I just kind of get over it...slowly.
I went to One OK Rock on February 7th in LA and it was beautiful<3 Not to mention that a few days ago I found out that OOR will be play Van's Warped Tour and one of their shows will be in Las Vegas. I do not know any other OORockers that are in Las Vegas, so hopefully this live is kind of nice. Ofc standing out in the heat in Las Vegas just for a 30 minute set seems kind of crazy. It's worth it though.
I'm honestly debating on making a scrap book, a letter, or a poster to give to them during this event. Hopefully the Luxor lets me bring it in.
Ugh ONE OK ROCK <3 even though they don't really know I exist it's all worth it because they have forever saved me in so many ways and dajkfjsdkajfds.
okay, so on Tumblr I posted a post about a dream I had. So I'll repost it here because it's kind of sad and yet kind of cute bc I wish it would really happen.
WAIT WAIT WAIT, AT WARPED CAN I SPEND ALL OF IT WITH OOR AFTER THEIR SET? OMG YES? OKAY.
Any whooooo, here is my dream post.
Okay, so I had a dream last night (keep in mind that a couple days earlier I found out about OOR playing Warped in Las Vegas) and it was amazing.
So this is how it went: I was at a One OK Rock concert and it wasn’t like the one in LA or any in Japan. The whole venue was up close to the stage but all in seats…and extremely dark. Me, being a total Taka freak but yet still really dedicated to Tomoya, put my hand out towards the stage. I was shocked when I felt something soft touch my hand in return. Thus, I looked up and through my teary eyes I see Taka. Of course my sleeping brain decided it would be a good thing or him to cry with me. All in the all, the concert went on.
Afterwords, I got out of it and it was daylight outside. Which seems a little strange now looking back on it, but it’s a dream…so why sweat it? I walk down these steps and see a shit load of people standing in front of a gigantic balcony. Of course I thought it was One OK Rock standing up there, but some girl runs by yelling “IT’S BROKENCYDE!” (how I thought of this group in my dreams I don’t know)
So heartbroken I walk away from the scene of fangirls over Brokencyde and get tapped on my shoulder. There, in disguise, is Taka. I mean total Aladdin x Jasmine scene in the streets. AND RIGHT FUCKING THEN MY GODDAMN ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF TO GET ME UP FOR WORK.
I COULD OF HAD A SWEET DATE WITH TAKA ALADDIN STYLE BUT NO, NO. FUCKING PIKACHU ALARM CLOCK AND ITS BULLSHIT.
end of dream. fuckfuckfuck
-Your friendly neighborhood Ri~
