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I really need some help.

Please? Can you take like five minutes out of your day to help a Killjoy whose hurting?
this girl at my school has decided to start pushing me into lockers, make fun of me and mock me right to my face. I want to tell someone about it, but I don't know who. A friend of mine, Luke, saw her push me into a locker and flipped out on her ass, but that only added fuel to the fire. The worst thing is that she's friends with Luke's girlfriend, so I'm pretty much forced to be around her every day when all I want to do is crawl in a hole, hide and cry my eyes out every time I see her.

So excited :D

My friend Luke who I talk about like all the time (the guy I've been crushing on since like the first time I talked to him), came into class today and asked me "Hey, Hadley.. what tshirt size do you wear?" Even thought I was kind of confused as to why he was asking me what size I am, I told him anyways. Luke rooted around in his backpack for a sec and then pulled out a tshirt for his band, In Your Words! I know many of you guys won't care because you haven't heard of in Your Words, but they're one of my favorite bands and I've wanted one of their shirts for a while.
Here's the link to their

I suck.....

at songwriting.... did you think I was gonna say life or everything? i know i don't suck at life. anyways, back to my inability to write songs. see, i try and come up with a melody, but i can't actually read music, which might help, but when I come up with a melody, it's either a tired- ass melody someone's already done a billion times or it just sucks. don't even get me started on my lyrics. they just suck. they're horrible. and they don't even rhyme. i know that lyrics don't have to rhyme, but all the best songs do. any attempts i make at writing songs are just fails of epic proportions.

Why we love Gerard <3

"My life was awful. When I was a kid, I used to get teased every day. Slammed against lockers, punched in the face, you name it. Hell, I had to go to prom with one of my female friends because I couldn't even get a real date. I can't even look back at those photos because I look so bad. I transferred schools, but the teasing just got worse. After a, let's say 'incident' I had with the school play, the bullying just got worse. But I made it through high school, only to find out that real life was pretty much the same. I just stayed in my dark room all day.

MCR on SNL. Whose with me?

who else thinks it would be awesome if My Chemical Romance were the musical guests on Saturday Night Live one week? cuz i think that would be AMAZING.


i found this online and thought it was really funny....... and true.

Well.... this is just great.

so i just checked my boyfriend's facebook page and he'd changed who he's in a relationship with..... and it's not me. COOL DUDE. break up with me the day after my birthday, and don't have the heart to tell me to my face. so now i'm drowning my pain in ice cream and watching "the notebook" on repeat. he will be getting a stern talking to tomorrow when i see him.
<3 <3 <3 <3 RomeoVersusJuliet

Random question for all yall

Here's my question: if i did like a mini series of short stories, would you guys read them? It's just that i don't want to spend a bunch of time writing stories if no one's going to read my work. they would be like different stories each week or something, and they wouldn't go together, but yeah.
here's the link to the story with the comment that inspired this whole "mini series" thing. tell me what you think!
<3 <3 <3 <3 RomeoVersusJuliet

Random short story

I stood out on the frozen lake, a hollow shell of the girl I once was. I wished the milky white layer of ice would crack and take me away from my misery. No one would miss me. I wouldn't even miss me. The ice looked so thin, so fragile. Much easier than trying to cover up something I did. I closed my eyes as I breathed in the chill of winter. I loved the cool filling my lungs and sending a shiver through my whole body. I sat down cross- legged and took off my heavy wool peacoat. I sat in my black shortsleeved shirt and examined the quilt of scars that blanketed my forearms.

life sucks.

enough said. i just need someone to tell me life will stop sucking soon.