Never Normal (Frerard) DISCONTINUED
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Last published Sun, Feb 14, 2021
Take a look around at your surroundings. What do you have? Obviously you can't tell me but for your sake of understanding and feeling my life story, think about what you have. Do you have a house? Hopefully you are living somewhere comfortable living wise; not emotional wise. Now look outside. Hopefully you have blue skies, white clouds, trees, nature, animals, and all that happy shit. If you don't have all this...sucks for you I guess. No..., sorry that was mean. In all seriousness, if you don't have all that I am actually sorry.
You see your surroundings, those who have all that good shit. Now imagine it is completely gone. Picture your house to the ground in ash, splintered wood, and shattered windows. Your family as well dead, lying still, covered in ash, covered in glass, no more life in their burned bodies. The once blue sky, now brown ash raining from the sky, and the sun forever blocked by brown clouds. Animals, all dead and gone, trees bare and black if any, earth is dead and dry. Happiness gone. And you are the only living being in sight. Broken and bruised.
I couldn't even begin to explain how it felt to be in that situation. You'll only truly understand if you are or have been in that situation. So alone, scared, shocked, boken. Alone... alone is the best word to describe it.
When I was a young boy, well 18. Hell became reality. And life seemed to cease to exist. Thought to be the end of humanity, thought to be the end of the world. Only it wasn't. And somehow some piece of emo trash teenager by the name of Gerard Way was the reason it didn't.
Yes this is the story of how I fuckin saved the world.
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