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How the world works

1. Some guys think I'm really weird for headbanging on the bus.
My brother explained that a "normal girl" is, in their minds, inferior and isn't allowed to feel anger, and headbanging is a sign of aggression, a quick jump to anger. If they do show anger, they're a bitch.
He also explain that guys are only allowed to show anger, and if they show anything else, society labels them as a pansy.
I guess I'm friends with bitches and pansies.

2. Everybody in math class won't shut the fuck up so the teacher can talk. They sit and socialize.
According to my brother, this won't be the case in college.

I will not go. Turn the lights off, carry me home.

Today on the bus, this chick sat in the seat I usually take, so I had to get another, which was already occupied. So, this pussy-ass sophomore tried to kick me out of the seat because I was a freshmen. So, I rubbed up against his body and and refused to move.
Guess who got the seat.
(this bitch)

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

You can run away with me anytime you want

Maybe I should go live with my sister, Amanda...

Keep Running

I've been thinking about running away all day. If I stay, what will happen? Is my dad going to get me?
Where would go if ran? I considered taking a train to Des Moines and going to see the Civic Tour again. Maybe I could follow them to other shows or something...?
When I say it aloud, it's naive as fuck. Anyway, there are holes in that plan.
1. They don't have a train station in Des Moines.
2. How the Hell would I get to the other shows?
3. Where would I sleep? I'm not old enough to rent a motel room.
4. I'm not old enough to ride the train alone.
5. I highly doubt that if I make it there,

Fucking God.

I'm tired of people pretending to be my fucking parent.
My dad acted like he actually cared
My step mom acted like she was my real mom
And my step dad is acting like just because I disowned my father means I want him to be a replacement.
I don't like my step dad. He's jackass 9 times out of 10. I don't even want him as a step parent. All he does is drool over Harley's, tell my mom that he can spend the money he makes however the fuck he wants, and bitch about me.
He acts like I'm some demonic child that needs to be disciplined and monitored 24/7.
He's not my dad.

It's been a month of living with the guys and Grace. Jet and I are pretty close, Poison is okay to talk to, but I can't ever get a word in, and Grace is like a sister to me. I always wanted a little sister, but I got a brother instead. Whenever I hang with Grace, a flood of memories about my little brother flood into my head. He was only 6 when the Apocalypse and BL/ind takeover happened. I tried to save him, but he's so easily distracted. The Dracs got him and he's gone. I raided the labs looking for him, or any trace of him, only to come up files about his life and a certificate of death.

And if I had the guts to put this to your head

I can't keep doing this. My dad is possessive, and if he can't have me, nobody can. He did this with my mom. I'm not sure why I'm so scared, but it is reasonable. I know how many guns he has. I know he knows people. I know that, if he wanted to, he could kill my mother and I and hide the bodies in his father-in-law's woods. I'm not stupid- I know it's highly possible.
We keep seeing cars driving past our house that are identical to my dad's. They drive up and down the streets and linger by our driveway. Maybe it's in my head, though. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
Maybe I'm not.
He did try to

Note: This isn't fanfic. THIS, my dear friends and readers, is me legitimately trying to write a story. Gerard in this story isn't Gerard Way. Gerard Way isn't the only person capable of being named Gerard. FUCKING GOD DAMN!

So yeah.

I FUCKING LOVE FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!

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