The end isnt really the end.

Same old, same old.

Time to play a show for Detroit. The Cellabration and myself are practicing backstage.

I guess thats cool? Its pretty boring. Especially without my buddies by my side. Its been almost 3 years. I need to stop thinking about that. Whatever happened, happened. Im glad Gerard is better now.

I havnt heard from him in a while. I miss him. So much.

I miss Ray. And i miss Mikey.

I miss my best friends. Our jokes, the shows, the times we had as a family.

Such innocent times.

Besides the time i would air fuck Gerard on stage, but ya know.

I have only met Bandit once. Gerard hasnt met Miles, Cherry, or Lily yet. Hes solo now. He has probably forgotten all about me and the memories we had. I remember Gerard tweeting about being in Detroit with "old friends".

Whatever that means.

What if i see him? I miss him a lot. We used to be best friends.

We used to get high and drunk together. He would overdo it. He almost fucking killed himself! Thats how bad it got. Im glad My Chem is done. I dont want Gerard to be dead.

"Dude, you need to be practicing for 'Tragican'. Why are you staring into space?" Evan said.

What does he know.

He doesnt know I'm thinking about my 'ex' best friend.

Isnt it crazy? One second, you're really close with someone, and the next second, you never hear from each other again?

Its strange. Its terrible.

Now, I'm not saying me and Gerard hate each other - of course not. We just are strangers...

strangers with memories.

Long distance friendships? I guess it doesnt mean anything to him. To ignore me. He has my number. Why cant he just say hi? Did I do something?

Hes in the same state as me.

That means-

"Time to go out. You ready Frank?"
Evan yelled.

"Yeah man. Lets go."

My thoughts got interrupted.

Curtains up. Show time.