Does it ever STOP?
I guess you could probably imagine the disappointment I’m feeling but it feels worse than heartbreak. I have to sell my ticket and hope to make at least some of what I paid for it back. I feel like I’m selling my soul. I have no way of traveling to Tennessee, I can’t do it alone and I have no one to make the trip with.
I saved up and bought the ticket for myself for passing with flying colors in school, I’m in the top five percentile of my department at School of Visual Arts which is pretty damn good and I worked my ASS off this year, Bonnaroo was the light at the end of the tunnel for me, a few days to let all the stress go and have fun but I guess it’s time to grow up and smell the adulthood.
I am going to go be a miserable sap now.