bonoishot
Protecting my eyes ARRRR!!!
This just made me remember. We got home around 3 am from the trip, went to bed, and then within an hour or so of getting up the next day, it's like I had this severe separation anxiety, and was all "NOOOOOOO, this CAN'T be over! I need to be sleeping outside of a venue, and eating bar food, and tightening up the line every day at 5 pm, and seeing the show every night at 9 pm, and OMG, I MISS MY GIRLS SO MUCH AND NEED TO BE WITH THEM MORE." :scream : :sad : anic :
It was horrible. I was seriously sad and out of sorts for days after. :lo l: I'd look around me, and I HATED normal life.
Me too. I still feel that way.
I remember having to leave you in Chicago me and were like :cling: