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I'm Shocked At What You're Capable of

Reasons I legitimately wish Gerard Way was my father:

- I bet Gerard wouldn't have tried drowning or causing hypothermia upon an upset 18-month-old

- I bet Gerard doesn't try smuggling 4-year-olds into Australia so that they can't be found by their respective mothers

- I bet Gerard doesn't spend somebody's entire life brainwashing them into hating their mom

- I bet Gerard doesn't buy people off

- I bet Gerard wouldn't hit his wife or kids
and finally
-I bet Gerard wouldn't cause me to cry myself to sleep because of how much I hate my life.

My Birthday Index

1998- I remember eating a chocolate cupcake in my highchair. I turned one that year.
1999- I walked into my mom's house with my dad to find a gazillion balloons and a cake and presents. I was wearing a 101 Dalmatians dress.
2000- I was wearing a denim jacket and jeans. My cake's theme was Madeline and my dad took me to his house afterward.
2001- My step mom made little cakes and put dolls in them to make them look like dresses. My dog bit my finger and it drew blood.
2002- I invited all my friend from school and had a party. We listened to music and hit a Bob the Builder pinata.
2003- We had

The Battle of the OTC Drugs

Symptoms: Headache, nausea, congestion, earaches, itchy eyes, dry lips, slight fever, sore throat, diarrhea
Diagnosis: Influenza

Battle 1:
BENADRYL- I CHOOSE YOU!
CONGESTION AND SORE THROAT STUNNED
KIMBERLY HAD HER ENERGY DRAINED
KIMBERLY FAINTED!
BENADRYL EARNED 90 EXP. POINTS

Battle 2:
TYLENOL- I CHOOSE YOU!
HEADACHE, FEVER, AND SORE THROAT STUNNED
KIMBERLY HAD HER ENERGY DRAINED
KIMBERLY FAINTED!
TYLENOL EARNED 10 EXP. POINTS

Battle 3:
NYQUIL- I CHOOSE YOU!
SORE THROAT USED COUGH
NAUSEA USED DRY HEAVE
HEADACHE USED PULSATE
ITCHY EYES USED BURN
CONGESTION USED SNIFFLE ATTACK
KIMBERLY HAD

Keep Singing. Don't Ever Stop Singing.

When I was 11, I went to Disney World with my dad for my birthday.
I came home from school the week after with my best friend Gabby to find my mom and a few presents in the living room with a white and yellow cake. I had a good time at Disney World, but my mom's idea was what I actually wanted in the first place.
I've never really told anyone that.
I love the color yellow, and that's why.

Singles, Sweepstakes, and CHEM hoodies

Admins.
The most anticipated happening on the MCR facebook page.
That page is a community.
A family.
Killjoys old and young gather.
Typing clever posts,
And loving the music.
When the admins come, things change.
We turn into attention whores, posting shitty comments to be noticed.
Nobody realizes the obvious;
That they don't give a fuck,
That they don't read our posts.
Yet, every time an admin updates the page,
The amount of posts per minute triples from what it was before.

We'll Carry On

It wasn't until the first day of school this year. My mom took my brother inside his school while I waited in the car and listened to music. I sang along to Welcome to the Black Parade and, suddenly, it hit me. The Black Parade is a record publicized because of its relation to death, but that's not what it's actually about. Those songs- every MCR song, is about life. The song WTTBP, to me, is something greater than that alone. It's is about surviving- ignoring everyone who ever doubted you, who ever said you weren't cool, or you couldn't do something, or tormented you.

Note: This isn't fanfic. THIS, my dear friends and readers, is me legitimately trying to write a story. Gerard and Lindsey in this story aren't Gerard and Lindsey Way. Gerard and Lindsey Way aren't the only people capable of being named Gerard and Lindsey. FUCKING GOD DAMN!
Part 1: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/fuddface2222/cant-carry-it-you-if-...
Part 2: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/fuddface2222/cant-carry-it-you-if-...
Part 3: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/fuddface2222/cant-carry-it-you-if-...
Part 4: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/fuddface2222/cant-carry-it-you-if-...

Right now.

I'm wearing sweat pants, an Invader Zim shirt, and eyeliner like looks smoky cause I slept with it on.
I also I have a Joan Jett-like haircut and my black hair has a blonde skunk stripe, adding to the fact that it's greasy and disheveled.
My mischievous expression contradicts my soft, vacant eyes.
I realize now how I look.
I look slightly like Gerard.
I look stoned.

Wow.

Nobody even reads my fic.
Why I am continuing to create it?
1. That crappy one that made no sense, and it was all about Killjoys, and made 2 people read the first one.
2. The one where I run away and go on tour with MCR. I wrote one installment.
3. The one that follows a couple through the four albums.
Why do I suck?

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