I never thought much of myself even before the incident but when it happened I couldn't stop the panic attacks or the need for a blade touching my skin slitting it causing my Crimson blood to spill out like a waterfall at that point the only thing keeping my from slitting my neck was music the main bands that are usually described as emo though I didn't care I could find happiness in misery but I need one thing back that doesn't want to arrive my self worth I'll paint it black and take it back I didn't ask for depression but it was delivered I didn't ask to watch my parents die but it was delivered all the I didn't ask fors but I can't help myself but go to the next Fall Out Boy concert that happened to be performing in Vancouver British Columbia my home I didn't ask for Pete Wentz to pick me out of thousands but it was delivered...