December 2010
Random thought: I really fucking want to cosplay MCR. <3
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That feeling when you thought you understood something, but then reality crashes causing you to recognize that you haven’t learned it yet.
I am a proud member of the MCRmy, a soldier in the Black Parade, and a killjoy making noise and I would very much like to take refuge at a My Chemical Romance concert at this very moment. I want to feel like I am a part of something. A family of fellow killjoys.
You know how when you say a word enough times in a row it loses all meaning? Yeah. Mitosis, meiosis, and cytokinesis.
“Had a super busy day converting oxygen into carbon dioxide.”
You can run away with me, anytime you want.
Officially adding Anthony Rapp to my list of celebrity loves. <3
7 hours of sleep and still sleepy. Wants to crawl back into bed. Instead, at least I’ll have straight hair.
Looking forward to being away from me.
Why do they put up with me exactly..?
You know what? It’s self-expression. If you don’t like it, fuck it and fuck you. It’s the only semblance of impact I feel I have. Piss off.
I’m done.