I sent my letter to Gerard Way today...

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I sent my letter to Gerard Way today...

Ten. Fucking. Pages.
Small writing, five pages of loose leaf filled front and back.
I know he is going to read everything he is sent, and I feel kind of bad. I'm most likely going to bore him a hellofalot by giving him my entire fucking life story T______T
I know it's in vain, too, that I wish he'd reply. I don't really see how he'd have the time, and I doubt he'd even WANT to talk to a 14 year old weirdo who lives in the MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE T______T but honestly? If he replied, I'd probably have a heart attack, die, come back to life just to frame the letter, and then have a seizure. Because HOLY SHIT MY MUSICAL HERO KNOWS I FUCKING EXIST.
But yeah.
Prrrooooobably not gonna happen.
Oh well. Carry on <3