I love music more than breathing. Honestly, it's like an addiction for me. I recently went through a "finding myself" period, and since then, I have decided that labels are for supermarkets. So call me emo, call me a poser, call me anything you like. I don't care. Just know that you belong in the fresh produce section of Vons for doing so. I support anyone and everyone who has ever been a victim of prejudice or intolerance, anyone who has been the victim of violence, and all outcasts. If you need someone to talk to, OR IF YOU ARE A MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE FAN, please send me a friend request! that is all.
ONE MORE THING: rockk5 ~ i love you till the end of time! you are truly my rock! my best friend, fellow soldier in the MCRmy... love you!!!!!

Cool Thing I Wrote That I Am Very Proud Of:
THREE TALES OF CHEMICAL ROMANCE
Sweet Romance, why must you trail our Lady of Sorrows? She only deceived us demolition lovers, instructing us in drowning lessons and thrusting us upon skylines and turnstiles. Our minds are cubicles of fear, diving headfirst for halos at every chance we get (or that we feel we must take). We believe that, through it all, this is the best day ever: the day of our demise. You promised the vampires would never hurt us, claimed that the mirror wasn't big enough for the two of us. This early sunset over Monroeville only mimics our waning faith.

Helena told us that we were not okay, that the ghosts of us would linger on in a lowly Prison. We'll give them hell to the end, in the fashion of a deathwish. You dare not approach us on Cemetery Drive, for such a jetset life will surely kill you. The interlude may be hanging high on the horizon, but dusk is closer than you think. We always know these things; did we not tell you it is what we do for a living?

To escape our fate, we must say our famous last words and join the Black Parade, before hope is DEAD! The end is how we disappear, leaving behind the sharpest lives of old. The cancers of our teenage hearts have spilled enough blood in penance. Oh Mother, the war has placed us in a disenchanted sleep. Oh, my dreams, I don't love you... How we long to be welcomed to the black parade... but please, heaven, help us! We've killed all our friends, and can't find our way home!

EVERYTHING BELOW THIS POINT IS NOT BY ME... BUT ENJOY IT NONETHELESS!!!

Every word Gerard sings. Every beat Bob plays. Every solo Ray has put his heart into. Every note Mikey hit. Every rhythm that has ever come out of Frank's guitar. Saved the lives of thousands who didn't think they could make it.
"92% of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch decided that breathing wasn't cool! Put this on your profile if you would be one of the 8% laughing hysterically in the background!"
DO YOU HATE PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY ARE? FOR HOW THEY LOOK? FOR WHAT MUSIC THEY LISTEN TO?
THEN READ THIS:
Isn't it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything?
Isn't it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?
ISN'T IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangster but the girl in black gets a mouthful from everyone?
are you laughing?
Isn't it funny she can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
ISN'T IT FUNNY that you don't mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions "emo" music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?
I'm not laughing.
ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.
ISN'T IT FUNNY that you can call "emos", "punks", and "goths" the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart?
HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOU'RE NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS?
KEEP ON LAUGHING
isn't it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life
BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES
ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMORROW ISN'T A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS
KEEP ON LAUGHING