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Date: Thursday, July 24, 2008 | Time: 3:52 AM
I wanna cry and roll on the floor and ball my eyes out.
It's like an ending to half of my life!
My eyes are teary, red and swollen.
I can't believe it. It's actually official.
It's like turning a page of my life that I haven't even finished reading.
The Black Parade was the first CD of MCR I actually bought. It was a month before they released it. I fell madly in love with the patient and in some ways, related to him.
The band and the metaphor made me love everything about MCR and the guys behind it. They made me love myself more and they made me realize that, even if I'm so screwed up, there are 5 guys in a band just as screwed up as I was.
I listened to their music when I wanted to... end what I used to think was 'a tragedy not worth living' a few times (I'm not being emo. I'm stating the truth. DOn't judge me.)
They made me be against homophobics and people who didn't appreciate themselves enough to continue living, they made me believe in myself more than I ever did. They made me want to be happy again, they made me someone who was against labels and labeling and most of all, they made me be myself... whatever the screwed up consequences were.
It's like an ending to half of my life!
My eyes are teary, red and swollen.
I can't believe it. It's actually official.
It's like turning a page of my life that I haven't even finished reading.
The Black Parade was the first CD of MCR I actually bought. It was a month before they released it. I fell madly in love with the patient and in some ways, related to him.
The band and the metaphor made me love everything about MCR and the guys behind it. They made me love myself more and they made me realize that, even if I'm so screwed up, there are 5 guys in a band just as screwed up as I was.
I listened to their music when I wanted to... end what I used to think was 'a tragedy not worth living' a few times (I'm not being emo. I'm stating the truth. DOn't judge me.)
They made me be against homophobics and people who didn't appreciate themselves enough to continue living, they made me believe in myself more than I ever did. They made me want to be happy again, they made me someone who was against labels and labeling and most of all, they made me be myself... whatever the screwed up consequences were.
I balled my eyes out on the floor when I found out they were finishing the black parade. My mom told me that ending the black parade meant ending a period and Gerard and everyone elses lives when they were sad and needed an escape. Now, they're all happily married, or, most of them are, a few of them are in love and engaged. They're carrier is skyhigh and they're with people they love. Why do they need a reason to be sad?
It then hit me. Closing TBP meant closing a point in their lives where they, at some point, felt like the patient as well.
I know that, in a year or two, maybe in a few months, they'll be opening a new chapter in their lives as well as in mine. I can wait that long.
Until then, I have their music, a memory and I'll carry on.
Labels: my chemical romance, the black parade, The black parade is dead
