The Maine Live in Manila

Just a few days ago, I was obsessing about them yet again. I even told my mom I am absolutely sure that the man I'm going to marry is John O'Callaghan. How delusional, I know-but whatever. I think he's perfect. And The Maine, as a band is indeed, perfect. I love them to pieces. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

They are coming back. There are no words. They kept their promise. I am screaming on the inside. John. Jared. Pat. Kennedy. Garrett. I'll see you on March 31. So fucking excited. I hope I get Pulp Royalty passes-me and my sister, that is. I need to meet them. There are too much words, declarations of love and utterances of adoration to be said.