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Chapter 82

I woke up feeling slightly more human than before. I looked around the room for a clock, once successfully finding one and it reading 2am on it. I looked at my surroundings; Gerard was sleeping next to me with his hand on top of mine. I slid out from under his hand and went to the bathroom downstairs; the last thing I wanted was him waking up and talking to me. After washing my hands I decided to get some coffee; the only thing that seems to calm me. Plus it’s not like I will be getting back to sleep anytime soon.

Whoo! 35 isn't that old...for tree's. Gerard's like the only one who can successfully make 35 look like a 16 year old girl :D

Im so happy for Frank and Jamia! CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEW ADDITION TO THE FAMILY! <3 Teach that boy some guitar so he can be amazing just like his dad!

...Miles Iero :D

Chapter 79

‘Wh-what did I d-do?!’ is all I could think. I lay here in the bathtub, my arm covered in blood; my own blood to be exact. Everything went into a white blur and all the sudden I’m here. I looked down at my arm and remembered what happened. I smiled. It shouldn’t give me this much joy, but for some reason it does. It’s been 2 months with no word from him; he’s probably got more important things to do anyway. I’m just the baggage. While I’m going through all the crap I’ve done; might as well talk about the thing that’s been infesting in the back of my head. Why he pretended to cheat on me to get me to California.

As soon as the image of a girl on top of Gerard flickered past my eyes, I felt a knife tear through my heart. With every breath I took, it felt as if my last. With every blink of my eyes the knife would tear just a little further. But all I had was a lousy dull razor in my hand; nothing even remotely close to what was happening internally.

Chapter 78

“Morning my Eisner winner” I said as I walked into my bedroom to find Gerard sitting up in bed with his crazy bed head. He mumbled something unclear. “You know how amazing cereal is? Its bomb as fuck!” I said as I walked out with my bowl in hand. I made my way down stairs to see Mikey fighting with the coffee maker. “Stupid shit!” he yelled. “Bro. Calm yourself. You’re yelling at a machine” I said as I jumped on the counter. “Yeah, whatever. I just want some fucking coffee dammit!” he said as he gave up and walked out. Damn, these Way brothers are fuckin grumpy when they don’t have coffee. I started a pot and Mikey was back in seconds, watching as each drop fell from the coffee maker.

Makes a pretty good lyric eh? I'll write it down later..

Im going to be honest with the people who read my story. I haven't opened the word document since the last update :\

I would blame it on me trying to keep my best friend from running away and losing her mind; but I can deal with that rather well.

I just have no motivation; like at all. I thought it would hit me in the face like a brick wall as usual. But I have nothing.

I have a whole plan for the future in the story, its just those lose strings in between that I can't seem to find.

No, Diana will not be getting pregnant soon, and I wont be talking all about the recording of Danger Days quite yet. There is something much bigger planned.

***Main Point of my rambling*** Gimme some idea's- what do you guys want to see happen now that Gerard has won the Eisner award?

xoxo,
skye

This is so beautiful. I cried its so amazing. Gerard gave Skylines and Turnstiles a whole new meaning by performing it this way. :D

I AM SO BUYING THIS!
:D

It reads: MCR is running out of sh*t to say on a rubber band

You can buy it here:
http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/WhatsNew/Music//My+Chemical+Romance+Run...

My name is Skye. I’m pretty normal for a girl my age, slightly taller than average, skinny but not a stick, and wide-set feet. The only thing my mom gave me gene-wise was the feet, too small for wide shoes yet squeezing into normal shoes. My dad gave me the hair, eyes, and unfortunately the acne-filled skin. I’m all about the jokes and having a good time; a normal happy teenager.

“Have a nice day honey” my mom said as I got out of the car. “I will” I answered as I got out. I walked to the locker I shared with an old friend, she was already there. We talked until it was time for the first period of the day to start; great History. I’m the worst person when it came to history; no exaggeration.

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I need some coffee, yes, its 11:26pm and I need to do shit tomorrow. But dammit I could really use caffine. A dr. pepper sounds really nice as well.

**To all the readers I have** - Im sorry, I've been sick for like the past week, and I have MAJOR writers block, so if you would like to suggest idea's in the comments, that would be very very lovely <3

GAH I WANT SOME COFFEE!!!!!!!! :c

and here's a picture, because this blog is totally lame-sauce :\