Approximately 39 minutes ago, in Toronto, at the Toronto Opera House, the loves of my life started their concert as part of their 2008 North American tour.

AKA, Bring Me The Horizon

And since my parents are being gaybos, they didnt lemme go D:
ahmiigaaaaaaaaaaaawd whiiiieeeeeeee?!?!
now i'll never hear my lovely Oli speak in his adorable British accent!
oh well, i'll just sit here alone and cry while i listen to every song by BMTH and watch all the fancam recordings of previous concerts and pretend im at one of them. or i'll write "DROP DEAD" on my knuckles and pretend they're Oli Syke's knuckles.

And now i'll never able to make Chelsea smile, i'll never be able to pray for plagues, i'll never be able to slow dance, and i'll never be able to tell slater not to wash his dick!
(btw, those were all puns from the titles of their songs)

and even if i was allowed to go, tickets were sold out as of two weeks ago
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh my wonderful Oli i'll never see you!!!!
my mom just asked "why don't you just go to the next one?" and i was like "well thats gonna be like, next year and by that time i'll prbly get tired of them!"
so my goal is to NOT GET TIRED OF THEM!! EVER!!

EVERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Iyou, Oli, and the way you say "Hello, I'm Oli." in that adorable accent of yours.