Hey MegI'm Meg. I don't think I'm very complicated and yet... I guess I am. I'm studying accounting. I love music. If I could be at a show watching one of my favorite bands play every day, I would be my happiest self. Also... Is it just me, or is there is a strange sort of satisfaction in nursing your injuries after a great show? The "barricade knee", the bruised ribs, the wads of tangled hair, the small mystery bruises that start to appear. I know I wouldn't change it for anything!
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