A story about me
This year has sucked ass. Even last year sucked ass. My Chemical Romance [I don’t like calling them MCR because I take the time to type out “My Chemical Romance” because I love them so much] I think last year especially sucked ass because My Chemical Romance had a concert in Toronto (Missisauga) and I didn’t get to go. On top of that, they went to ‘Much On Demand’ and my step-mom made me go to this stupid Christmas play, which was on when the My Chemical Romance thing was on. That night, I stayed up- ALL NIGHT- waiting for this show to come on. I stayed up ALL NIGHT for about a week. It was terrible, and I STILL NEVER GOT TO WATCH IT. Those few months [from December 1-March 1] were terrible. Ablsolutely horrific. I was ALWAYS thinking about My Chemical Romance. ALWAYS. That was a good thing, except when I would cry cause i wanted to meet them sooooooo bad. I wish I could meet them, and just get an autograph and a hug. My Chemical Romance is the best band in the world, and everything that I do revolves around them. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. I love them soo much. x infinity
