I'll Never Be Just Like You Ronnie Radke
Chapter One of One.
October 9th, 1997.
Journal,
I’ve had this feeling lately. It’s not a happy one, nor is it a bad one; it’s just, different. Ronnie’s started to get to me once again. He’s always thinking I’m that little child I was eleven years ago, but I’m not. I’m 16 now and I can take care of myself. But no, he won’t listen. He thinks I need his help constantly. It’s almost as if he wants me to be just like him. I don’t think I can see that ever happening. I’m not saying were not compatible – we are, it’s just he acts more like an overprotective parent, than a guardian – brother.
The other day, I harmlessly ask him if I could go get a tattoo on my arm. I’d designed it and everything, yet he immediately retaliates with ‘NO!’ what got me was that he’s covered in the inky designs. He’s a walking canvas. And he believes he has the right to be all hypocritical and say no? Naturally I didn’t start a conflict. But I just, egh! I wanted to hit him, throw a tantrum. He’s always in my way.
He always believes that everything he does it to help me; guide me in the right direction, live a great life and not to be scared. As he put it ‘I’m standing beside you, through the thick and thin’. Bullshit he is. I’ve turned out more like a fake, than a real person.
I’m weak, just like he is.
I’m senseless, just like he is.
I’m mean, just like he is.
I’m stupid, just like he is.
I’m a cold heartless bastard, just like he is.
I’m ruthless, just like he is.
I’m just like him.
It’s clear to me, I am just like him.
And for that, I hate him. I just want to scream at the top of my lungs ‘I HATE YOU!’ but I can’t. That’s it I’m out of here. I’m going to live alone, so he can’t ruin my life further. He believes I’ll be just like him.
Well, Ronnie Radke, I Frank Iero, will never, ever, ever be just like you. Do the world a favour and disappear.
Frank, xo.
Journal,
I’ve had this feeling lately. It’s not a happy one, nor is it a bad one; it’s just, different. Ronnie’s started to get to me once again. He’s always thinking I’m that little child I was eleven years ago, but I’m not. I’m 16 now and I can take care of myself. But no, he won’t listen. He thinks I need his help constantly. It’s almost as if he wants me to be just like him. I don’t think I can see that ever happening. I’m not saying were not compatible – we are, it’s just he acts more like an overprotective parent, than a guardian – brother.
The other day, I harmlessly ask him if I could go get a tattoo on my arm. I’d designed it and everything, yet he immediately retaliates with ‘NO!’ what got me was that he’s covered in the inky designs. He’s a walking canvas. And he believes he has the right to be all hypocritical and say no? Naturally I didn’t start a conflict. But I just, egh! I wanted to hit him, throw a tantrum. He’s always in my way.
He always believes that everything he does it to help me; guide me in the right direction, live a great life and not to be scared. As he put it ‘I’m standing beside you, through the thick and thin’. Bullshit he is. I’ve turned out more like a fake, than a real person.
I’m weak, just like he is.
I’m senseless, just like he is.
I’m mean, just like he is.
I’m stupid, just like he is.
I’m a cold heartless bastard, just like he is.
I’m ruthless, just like he is.
I’m just like him.
It’s clear to me, I am just like him.
And for that, I hate him. I just want to scream at the top of my lungs ‘I HATE YOU!’ but I can’t. That’s it I’m out of here. I’m going to live alone, so he can’t ruin my life further. He believes I’ll be just like him.
Well, Ronnie Radke, I Frank Iero, will never, ever, ever be just like you. Do the world a favour and disappear.
Frank, xo.
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