i donated all my money, my grades, my hours, my motivation, my emotional stability and my soul to bands and i regret none of it. well maybe i regret the grades part a little bit. or more specifically my parents do. 

gerard way once told me he loves me and gave me a really damn nice hug and that's the day i pronounced myself dead.

i'm straight up frerard trash

if you say the words my chemical romance i will most likely lunge myself at you and not let go. like ever.

even if you're trash, it doesn't mean you can't do anything. it's called a garbage can, not a garbage cannot.

with that being said, here, have a cookie and a glass of milk and read some of my *insert nice word for shitty* writing and have a good day, unless you're reading this on march 22nd. if you are reading this on march 22nd, i wish you luck with getting those dripping eyeliner stains off your cheeks.