Not being able to SEE my boys last night. I didn’t even care about meeting them. I knew that wouldn’t be possible. But not even getting to see them. Pissed me off so much. Standing there for 3 hours. All these people getting our hopes up. Girls randomly screaming and making us think it’s the boys. Ugh. They had to take the back door because the marshalls told them that there were ‘600’ of us and that it wasn’t safe. There wasn’t 600 of us. Shit. And whenever we asked people coming out, they’d be like “oh, they’re in the back getting their bags” and one flight attendant came out and was like “Harry’s gawjus!” with her British accent. Then we all screamed. No one had the decency to tell us that they’d left. Until one of the paps came in and showed us pictures.
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