Listening to: My Chemical Romance.
Watching: Unsolved Mysteries.
So, I honestly don't know why I'm typing this.
But then again,
Why am I living?
I honestly don't know.
I'm really considering ending things right now, just to get away from things.
I know people are going to think I'm a emo freak, but really,
Emo is bullshit.
I know I hate my life, and if I could make it different, I probably would.
But I've learned over an amount of time that, no one is perfect, no one is beautiful. No one can be great at anything.
I've learned to just stand up for myself and the people I love, at any costs.
I've learned that nothing is worth hurting yourself, myself, over. Nothing.
I've learned this from five amazing men. Even though one of them as sadly left us, he has left an amazing influence on me as well.
Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Bob Bryar.
These five, inspirational men have left a remarkable impact on my life, the way I see things, and the way I do things.
They have taught me to never take any shit from anyone. Ever.
They've taught me to be the very best I can, at the things I love.
They've taught me that drinking, drugs, self-harm, and suicide, are NOT the way out of your problems.
They've taught me to be mySELF, not some whore who doesn't wear enough clothes, wears way to much makeup, and sleeps with every guy she can get her hands on.
No. They've taught me that I'm better than that, and that no one should ever feel that they need to stoop that low to get people to like them.
They've taught me better.
And it's from them that I've learned that nothing is worth killing myself over. No matter how shitty life may get, NOTHING is worth killing yourself over.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again,
THANK YOU, My Chemical Romance.