I can't sleep. I've been laying on my bed for hours listening to my playlist of MCR trying to go to bed but the obnoxious sounds of my wails and the taste of salty tears dripping into my dry mouth are keeping me from escaping reality. My Chemical Romance is done. Why I can't get over this fact I do not know. This band has gotten me through the toughest periods of my life and now all I am left with are worn out T-shirts, mix playlists, and beautifully sad memories of the concerts where I would lose myself singing along with Gerard in a crowd of thousands.