Hullo.

Ryan and Jon left Panic at the Disco. I cried this morning when Gitu and Sharifah told me. Well, it was more of like, me tearing up, then laughing, then telling people I didn't know why I was crying, then sobbing, then giggling, and then sitting there silently and being emo for the rest of the day. PATD makes me unstable.

I'm gonna miss those two men a lot, and I'm kind of puzzled about how the other two will carry on being Panic at the Disco. It seems so unreal, this piece of news. But it has been confirmed on their website so unfortunately, there really isn't any hope that this is merely a rumour. I guess I am quite upset about this, but it's still their band, their life. They don't owe me anything. They only owe themselves some happiness. I'm kind of excited to see what Bren and Spence will come up with for the new album. I'm guessing they need some new recruits, since a two-person band isn't really that much of a band. Oh wait. Actually it could work out, like The Ting Tings or The White Stripes. Sigh. It just sounds so lonely. But ah well. That's their problem.

I think that in a week or so, I'll get over this somewhat disappointing revelation and stop feeling like I've just lost a chunk of my life. I hope their new material will be just as awesome as the old(if not more). I have faith in you, Brendon Urie and Spencer Smith.

Bye.