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Last night I was at the Darren Criss concert at Six Flags St. Louis.

And it was amazing.

I could not believe that I was actually seeing him with my own eyes, instead of on my computer or television screen. It was surreal and awesome and fangirltastic.

But now it’s the next day, and I am suffering from a severe case of Post-Darren Depression (PDD). It’s kind of ridiculous how legitimately sad I am.

What if I never see him again? What if I never get to touch him, or get his autograph, or get a picture with him? (They wouldn’t let us do any of that…said he wouldn’t come out after the concert until everyone was gone…I’ll never know if this was true or not because my mom didn’t want to stay much longer so we left and didn’t wait around.) I really want to see him again. I want to hug him and get his autograph and get my picture taken with him. But the chances of any of that happening are probably rather minuscule.

So, now I’m left moping around the house with daydreams and what-ifs and wishes floating around in my head. And it’s not making this PDD thing any better at all.

You guise. I went back to the very beginning of my blog. Page 229.

Look at how pathetic I am. XD