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a letter to my chemical romance -xobrutus

I was a-ok a few minutes ago, but now I am so pissed off so you can all have some frank iero on the side.

So yeah. Let’s start this.

I mentioned this in my introduction, but just in case you didn’t read it or, you don’t know, but My Chemical Romance is my absolute favourite band.

I can say, hand on heart, that they have saved my life. I probably wouldn’t be alive without their music.

I’m really sorry that this is such a shitty chapter of this awesome book but I’m trying really hard not to cry so yeah, but sorry.

Dear My Chemical Romance,

To you, I’m just another kid whose life you’ve saved.

But to me, you feel like family.

People have asked me – what do you see in MCR? What is it about them that inspires you? (But most of the time, their questions aren’t curious – they’re mocking)

But I just shrug and walk away (I do that a lot, nowadays.)

Because my answer is a thousand miles long, incoeerent – the rantings of a mad person’s mind. Plus, I’m pretty sure no-one cares to listen to my long ass answer. Probably not even you. But I’m telling you anyways.

In MCR, I see me. In the lyrics – they tell a story. I often can’t even relate to the story but it takes me somewhere, someplace else that isn’t here. Somewhere that doesn’t suck as much as earth. But it’s you singing. It’s you that’s playing the guitar and the drums. It’s you that’s written the song and composd it then played it at concerts with vigour – it’s you.

MCR is my favourite band – always will be. I think about you guys a lot (not in a creepy way, I swear to god, I mean, you guys are almost my parents age) and that’s probably because I think about stupid stuff a lot.

Like self-harm (Sucks, I know).

I have this habit. I like to self-destruct. I like to hurt myself, over and over again. (Really does suck, I know)

But then I found this band.

I remember thinking – as I walked to the cupboard where my blades lay – “I wanna cut, I wanna cut so badly”

And then I’d stop.

Part of me was thinking “JUST CUT YOURSELF YOU PIECE OF HORSE CRAP!”

But the other half was like, “Hey, bro, you sure mcr would mind you doing something like this?”

And I’d be like, “nah, they wouldn’t want me to do something like what I’m about to do.” And I’d go to sleep.

No blood spilt, no cuts, no scars. All because of some stupid rock band (that I adore).

 

I just wanted to tell you that I love you all and you’ve been such a huge part of my life.

I will support you guys to the end.

So long and goodnight.

xosaima.