Ramblings.

It's weird, a week from tomorrow I'll finally see my Dream Concert.

Sadly, I won't be able to meet them-but I've learned to be gracious to even have this opportunity. I've followed the GazettE ever since I was in High School, it was ten years ago that I popped in the mix that my friend had made me into the CD player and gave them a shot. At the time I thought it was just another band I'd casually listen to, I never thought that I would go this far and for this long.

It got to the point where even my family began to notice my obsession [though usually it's not hard for them to notice, especially my sister.]. At first they made fun of it, even to this day they poke fun at it-but they never discouraged me either.

When I was in High School especially, I dealt with a lot of anxiety and depression. Listening to that mixed CD [which ironically, I still have] when I got home from school calmed it a little.

Little by little, I interacted with the fandom-got to see some of my friends see their moment and was jealous and scared that I never would get the chance. Then I had thought to myself 'Well, why does it matter if I see them or not? I still support them no matter what they do.' I suppose I felt that I would never have that moment, that I wouldn't be able to see them.

I haven't eve come to the realization that I am seeing them quite yet. I won't be able to believe it until it actually happens.

Ah, I'm just gonna end this here before it gets too sappy.

Goodnight.