What MCR Meant To Me

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What MCR Meant To Me

You may call me schizophrenic, because right now there is two parts to me. The quiet, reserved little mormon kid living out MCR's creed of being not afraid to walk this world alone and carrying on. There is also a maniac on the loose in my heart wanting to stand up in the middle of the class and yell FUCK YOU ALL!!! I'm going through a lot, and I discovered them too late in my life, about 4 and a half months ago. I find myself yelling at my mom for nohing, then today I awoke from my gaze to Mr. Johnson shaking my shoulders and shouting at me to go to me next class 10 minutes after the bell. The sadness and loneliness of having nobody else at thiswhole goddamn school that even knows about MCR. I'm still afraid of what it's going to be like in the future i I'm this screwed up just 4 days after i turned into a walking zombie. All I want to say is, thanks for the good times when I could escape into the music and nothing ese in the world would matter, and being the playlist to my life:)