FicWad

Alright, so here's my post on all the drama.

Yes, MCR meant a lot to me. They were the band that stopped my first suicide attempt. They were the band I turned to when I didn't feel okay. And, in some ways, they still are and always will be. I was pissed, yesterday. I threw things at my posters, I flipped them off, I cried, I screamed, I hurt.

Whatever you do, though, please don't hurt yourselves over this. Take this imminent sadness, and turn it into something creative. Last night, I sat down with a canvas and sketches. Tonight, I'm painting. It was my way of saying goodbye to my heroes. I don't care what you do; whether it be singing, guitar, bass, drums, violin, drawing, acting, dancing, writing, WHATEVER. As long as you let out these emotions in a creative way.

Also, don't forget MCR wholly. Keep them around - I'm not letting them go. Keep your posters, keep the music. Don't destroy them. Is that what they wanted?

"Be strong and hold my hand,
Time becomes for us, you'll understand,
We'll say goodbye today,
And I'm sorry how it ends this way."