and i’m here sitting at my computer like,
i enjoy the GIF’s i see from the concerts. and the videos i get to watch are cool too. and all the pictures pretty cool.
i’ll probably never meet them since i’m broke. and poor. and have no money. oh, wait… those all mean the same thing. ehh, it’s for dramatic effect.
and that’s the only way i’d get to go since my parents probably wouldnt pay for it…
My dad’s probably going to be like
and my mom, she’d be like this: 
and then when I ask them again, at the same time they’ll be like:
“IS DIS GON’ HEP YOU GO TO COLLED? NO? DEN NO COSART. YU STUDY AND DO HOMEWORK. AND DEN YOU COME HEP COOK DINNA.”
and of course I’ll be all 
and then of course, as the obedient, perfect child I am, I’ll apologize…
ughhhhhhhhhh. I’ve never been to any concerts… except benefit concerts that I volunteer for and one or two Christian concerts… and my friends have been to like… more than I can count…
never ever, Liam. never ever. and I’m probably never ever going to meet you and the other boys.
and so I’d rather not bother ask my parents…. I can almost guarantee that will be our exact conversation. seriously, I know my parents so well, I don’t bother asking if I can sleep over at my friends house because I know they will get annoyed and say no anyways.
why am I such a good child…
