oh my god its stuffy, just stuffyness. stuffed bodies. together. squished. sweat.
wet dog smell. grosssssssssssssss
wearing my newly bought leopard Jamie Low Skinny Jeans. never taking them off. unless i have to take them off.
the constant feel of a hand brush against my ass. fuckin' hell.
the countdown to the show: half an hour. 15 mins. 10mins. 5mins. its time according to my watch.
dirty sweaty boys.
jumping madly not caring who i bump into.
hair flying everywhere. just tie it back up. sweat some more...
empty cups on the ground.
hands in the air.
the crowd sings back. close my eyes and live in the moment.
trained myself to duck when water is thrown into the air. the guy next to me busy drying his glasses on his shirt.
building a fence with my friend's arm when some dickhead tries to push in. my friend: 'you alright?' me: (huge grin on my face) 'yeah man im tougher than that'
there will always be whining bitches.
people forever raising their iphones taking photo after photo. dude i