Reality's a b***h. Letters of lost heroes and fading hope.

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Reality's a b***h. Letters of lost heroes and fading hope.

I re-read Gerard's goodbye letter today. I started sobbing uncontrollably two sentances in. Im in the process of writing a song about it, but im still afraid. I know their love isn't gone, but its hard for me. I know, its hard for all of us. I found them when i was in a rough patch, about to undergo spinal fusion surgery that could have taken my life or mobility. I had no friends. I couldn't trust anyone. I never considered self harm, but looking back, im surprised i didnt. I look through old drawings and song book of mine from sitxth grade... i was an emotional wreck. MCR saved my sanity. SO MANY TIMES! My life as well. Reality is a b***h. I don't understand anything anymore. I mean, they were the one thing i understood. i wasn't like the posers at my school who listen to them cuz its cool, i heard the message. understood their point of view. understood them. for once in my life i understood something. I never gt to see them, or tell them, or even talk to one of them, or even freaking see them live. I know a lot of us havent. They refuse to talk to me on twitter. depression is creeping up on me once again.