If you'd of asked me a year ago to explain my life, I would have said mundane, even meaningless, but after meeting just one person my whole perspective changed.
You get to go to your first every MCR concert .. a dream come true and everything is perfect. Well until the end...
Disclaimer: This story includes self harm, depression and quite mature themes so if you could suffer from this either don't read it or talk to me because I am always here if you want to rant