YOU CAN’T. FUCKING. HAVE. ME.No. No. You don’t get me. You don’t get to take away this night from me, or tomorrow morning, or tomorrow night, or ANY OTHER MOMENT OF MY FUCKING TIME. You don’t get to have me! I don’t belong to you and I don’t belong to anyone. I don’t even fucking believe in you. You aren’t even fucking real.{running, I am running through a maze of rooms and...

i left home and it was hard, even though home wasn't where i belonged and i was surrounded by people that hurt and places that hurt (memories at every corner) and here i am, in a room with floor to ceiling windows opened to a busy windy city, even at 434am, in a deathly quiet apartment with three strangers. i don't feel safe or welcome; not really. when i try to talk to them, to connect, a wall...

Yesterday in the pit I had one of my worst experiences ever. I just. I need to get this all out. But it hurts so much, all I want to do is forget but I keep getting flashbacks.I literally got chilled to the bone waiting outside in the freezing cold for three hours. The only good parts were when the line got a My Chem singalong started, and when Jenna showed up out of nowhere. It was like the cold...

Friday, April 18th, I woke up to Meghan and Lindsey bitching and the movie Mask playing on the little tv in the motel room. Getting ready, I looked in the mirror in the bathroom and winced, because I was aching all over and didn't look all too well.My Dad's stipulation for taking us was that we had to go to the Sears tower with him. So, fighting our way to the middle of the city, we passes the...

This is really long.April 17th and 18th have been the best two days of my life. Two My Chemical Romance concerts, two mosh pits, two days off school, two days where I could forget all my shit. My troubles were meaningless. I was also ruined, physically and mentally.On the 17th, the pit was brutal. Nothing compared to Manson, though. We got there a little late, because my dad refused to leave until...