What I’m feeling, its like a roller coaster. Up and down and up again.

First I’m all high that I went for the concert and it was a fucking excellent concert with great songs and David was horny and he literally stuck his hands down his pants.

Then I get all sad because they’re gone.

And then I get so high again because I remembered that Pierre noticed me and pointed me out and tons of people saw and he looked into my eyes.

Then I get sad because I remember they’re gone.

But then! Jeff Stinco retweets my photo of him and suddenly I have this influx of activity on my twitter interactions and everyone’s congratulating me. This girl follows me and we have a very nice conversation. And who knew that she was the girl we kept photobombing! Life’s awesome again! The retweet means he actually saw my tweet and oh my God I’m going mental.

And then my whole world crashes when I realise they’re not even in Singapore anymore.

CURSE YOU, POST CONCERT DEPRESSION.