God, that's what I dream about every night, honestly. I dream of Ryan Ross listening to my problems and telling me it will be okay. It's like...I can't listen to Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks or Camisado without crying. Just like his dad was...my mom is an alcholic and I would just kill to talk to Ryan about it.
Yeah, it really is. But I'm just sorta worried if I like ever met Ryan...I would probably start crying and confess my whole life story to him or something. I'm just that type of person, I guess.
Right now I'm flipping through all the old PATD journal entries from their old website. Ryan's little posts are so amazing, they're making me tear up a bit.