You don't. You become a hot mess like me. I stayed up till 2ish in the morning typing my whole recount of the concert day. I checked that it was over 3000 words– if only I had that motivation to write that much for my essays. HAHA!
I'll post about the concert in the next post because I'm not ready to re-edit my stuff and feel all the feels just yet. Not only did I typed out my entire recount of the thing, I went on the Instagram tag to look at videos and pictures. I went to youtube to see whether there's any other uploads other Summer's upload of the concert. I went to Tumblr to look at the The 1975 tag. I re-watched everything that was uploaded. I listened nothing but The 1975.
All these because I want to relive the feelings that I felt during the concert. During the concert, I felt like everything was perfect (though it wasn't) and I never want it to stop. After the concert, especially the next day– which was yesterday, I woke up for school, I felt like everything was so pointless. I've watched them live, I met Matty Healy, why the fuck must I wake up early for school. Yes, it sounds absolutely crazy and I know that I lived so long without seeing them live. Yet, when I did see them live and they left, I felt sad and empty. Why must PCD exist? I thought I should be happy that I've attended a concert of one of my favourite bands but instead, I felt sad. What the fuck?
I wasn't the only one who was going through PCD. Summer, Jacqueline, Sarah and Azra are also suffering. I don't know about Fran and Aini, they seemed to be doing fine.
They sound so good live. I just can't. So bloody good. TAKE ME BACK!!
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