the rage you suddenly feel on a random night after not feeling anything for awhile. "i didn't deserve to be treated like that" repeatedly playing in your mind, urging you to hate many things. yet you still have some love to give, even after it happened, even when you are angry.
I would much prefer BTR do seated shows tbh, I’ll have no stress and not have to queue up at stupid o clock in the morning for a spot where realistically I stare at a fucking speaker because 10 individuals get front row Center everytime 🙄🫠
Then what pisses me off more is that the same group of individuals got poses in London and I was told no??? Like what the hell. I’ve waited YEARS for this and yet i followed every darn rule