Nothing made me more messed up that the realization My Chemical Romance might never come back. The band that I fangirled over when Gerard and Frank kissed on stage. The band that I cried with because they had the lyrics that helped me at 1 am and I realized I'm not alone in what I'm going through. The band who's interviews I would rather watch than go shopping with my friends. The band that may never come back, and I'm ok with that. I'm ok with that because they gave me the best 2 years of my life. I'm ok with that because they are happier now than they were in the band. And I'm grateful I have a story to tell when I'm old. And their story is now interwind with mine.
