Panic at the disco broke my heart

Today is the day where the world has officially declared it's hate for me.

Ecstasy. The only word to describe hearing 'I write sins not tragedies' on the radio, an r&b radio station i might add, it was almost like a religious experience. Euphoria. The only word to describe the feeling of listening to all of 'A fever you can't sweat out'. Bliss. The only word to describe the feeling I had when Brendon Urie would sing me too sleep. Connected. The only word to describe the feeling of meeting and talking to millions of 'Panic Fanatics" on the internet and making so many friendships. Anxiety. The only word to describe the feeling of waiting for the new album, "Pretty. Odd." Devastation. The only word to describe the feeling I am experiencing at these exact moments. The feeling I felt and feel when I am reminded of the news that Panic at the disco has broken apart.
My love for you: Brendon, Ryan, Spencer and Jon, will forever flame. I will forever have your tracks on repeat in my head and heart. I expect great things from all of you. Don't disappear and fade from the scene.

Stay forever golden.