HellyWay's blog

so happy 32th birthday your so amazing and epic and the best bass player on planet earth! i hope you have a great birthday!!!!!! <3 you deserve it(:
-Helena

ERMAHGERD! I havn't made a personal blog in quite some time.
but I on here all day every dayyy......
TIME FOR PERSONAL BLOG!
so yeah i miss just causually talking to you guys like i used to. Since you guys are so EPIC!
How has everyone been? Any cool things happening? Any cool MCR shit? haha
ASDFGHADFJKGHAKSLJFH I ALMOST FORGOT!
okay so i was sitting all lonely and shit at lunch right, out side in the court yard. And then i hear "Dude i love your shirt, MCR is the shit" I actually dropped my food and looked up. there sat a dude. Yes indeed killjoys, i found killjoy in NORTH CAROLINA! thats a 1st. i mean a real killjoy, within my reach. Not some annoying fangirl, oh no. But a guy who just really loves MCR and knows pretty much everything about them! he actually has a killjoy name! and calls gerard "Gee" ITS SO AMAZING!

Chapter Three:
Gerard.

He just stood there. He looked me straight in the eye's. His face was serious, and a bit intimidating, but I could tell he didn't mean for it to be. His hair was now all over the place and large chunks hung in his face. His clothes were also the same, Just more ragedy and blood stained, more evidence from the night before. I suddenly felt bad, not bad for myself, but bad for him. He stood there, his face cut up and bruised. I wonder if he knew. He looked like he wish I hadn't seem him with way. He gave the effect of a turtle once more, his jacket providing his black shell. And all he wanted to do was hide in it.

Chapter Two:
Would You Like Some Coffee?

I was so warm. A cushiony feeling beneath me. Something wrapped me that was soft and comforting. And my head sunk into plush cushion. I was in bed. I felt around with my hand, my eyes not yet open. I could feel the wrinkles in the sheets and the tenderness they supplied. I smiled. This was a good feeling.
I finally began to break the barrier from sleep that kept my eyes shut. White sheets being the first thing into view. I then rolled over on my back. Facing the smooth off white ceiling. It really set off the black walls. Black. Hm. What an odd color for walls. Yet I liked it, and was almost jealous my walls weren't the same. Then it occurred to me.
These weren't my walls.

Chapter Two:
Would You Like Some Coffee?

I was so warm. A cushiony feeling beneath me. Something wrapped me that was soft and comforting. And my head sunk into plush cushion. I was in bed. I felt around with my hand, my eyes not yet open. I could feel the wrinkles in the sheets and the tenderness they supplied. I smiled. This was a good feeling.
I finally began to break the barrier from sleep that kept my eyes shut. White sheets being the first thing into view. I then rolled over on my back. Facing the smooth off white ceiling. It really set off the black walls. Black. Hm. What an odd color for walls. Yet I liked it, and was almost jealous my walls weren't the same. Then it occurred to me.
These weren't my walls.

****NOTE! Okay...so I just spent three hours writing this 1st chapter. It was really long and a lot of little details. I was on the LAST word. THE LAST WORD. and i hit back space. it sent me back to messages and everything was erased. I went into shock and tried to get it back. i couldn't. everything was gone. 3 hours of writing were gone. I screamed And actually cried. So this is gonna be my second try. wont be as good.***

chapter one:
Coffee Shop.

I fucking hate Mondays. What good came from them? It was the end of something good and start of something you hated. I don't think anyone has ever woken up and thought to themselves, 'Man! I really love Mondays!'. That is unless they had something to look forward to. Which I didn't. I was a fucking waitress at a coffee shop. I treated my life like a bus ride. Letting the bus driver take the wheel. Not caring where he went. As long as you got to where you needed to go. And where I needed to go was Jersey Java.

ok. so EVERYONE is like "*sigh* no more ray guns and no more leather and no more happiness and color and no more being a killjoy and no more blah blah blah blah..."
WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!!
we are and will ALWAYS be killjoys! Your not thinking like a killjoy! just being the new era is here doesnt mean we have to leave are killjoys identity behind. if they bring new identities then thats awesome!
Thats to need to forget about being a killjoy
Thats no reason to give up taking down BLI!
thats no need to empty our ray guns!
Thats not reason to erase the color!
THATS NO REASON TO STOP RUNNING!
so look alive sunshine, and save yourself, ill hold em back ;)

I was On when it changed! Fucking excited! Anyone else pumped even more now that you've seen the new look!

hiya. so i write fan fictions. and i love it. and i want to write more!!!!
but i need some help. what do you guys want to read or think would be a good idea.
im working on a colab with another great fanfic writer where Frank falls in love with a lovely girl....but shes not any normal girl. because she hasnt be alive for 3 years! (gasps)
haha anyways look out for that!
so ideas for fanfics you would like to read. im open to anything. and im interested in anything really emoitional! like love sadness all that jazz!
so yeah thank you killjoys(: <3

it.was.awful. got pushed twice into a wall. got called a wanna be. and this girl who used to be my best friend has turned agaisnt me and hates me now is spready awful rumors about me all around school. so every "alternitive" person i could get along with hates me now too.
its so big and confusing here. Everyone is so intimidating and looks down on me like im shit.
and i got bullied for wearing My Chemical Romance clothes.
Im so alone killjoys, help :'(