scavenger of the damned. [isLostAlone] [mcrmy]

sarah. 19.i wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
i'm pretty simple. i love shows. caffeine. and money for school.
provide one of those and you'll have my heart forever.
shit happens, then you die. you can't sit around complaining about it.
life is what you make it, otherwise you have n o t h i n g to live for. <666
the best of us can find happiness in misery.
if you want love, if you crave death, invite us out of the darkness.
gerard way of my chemical romance. contrary to popular belief, he is not an "emo faggot." he's my hero. most people think he's just some dude in some band. but he's not. he is extaordinary. i trust him with my life. his band, his words, his voice...it all influences me to do one thing, live. live how i want to. live without having to worry about what other people think of me. never have to worry about people trying to change me. no one can hurt me. no one can destroy me. no one in the world can break me. fuck them, i'll never let them take me alive.
"nothing is worth hurting yourself over! nothing is worth killing yourself over! do you understand?!"
i became a fan about 5 years ago. i didn't find mcr, they found me haha. it's that story that most people tell, i was going through a really hard time. i found something hopeful that i could express myself with. i found a place where i belonged. my life changed, i grew up with them, and learned things about myself i never knew. i fucking love this band with all my heart. i mean this, forever. i can go to a mcr show and be completely happy and content with my life. i can't do that anywhere else in the world. i'm truly happy being smashed up against that barricade and in between other sweaty kids, screaming those lyrics that sing me us to sleep every night. those words that comfort me us when no one else can. life is bumpy. family doesn't get it. and friends aren't always around. but i know there are 5 boys somewhere that give a fuck when no one else does. they're my support group. people tell me that i'm to "obsessed" with them, and i'm weird for loving them like i do. but it doesn't really matter. there's nothing you can do to change that. i'm not gonna fight with you about it, because you just don't understand. ♥
i am not afraid to keep on living.
i am not afraid to walk this world alone.
09/30/05
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08/01/09
AIDEN. i don't know what i would do without this band. they've done so much for me, in so many ways and i'll never know how to return the favor. i've seen them 11 times now, and i feel like a different person every time i walk out of a show. fuck the rest, fuck everyone who holds me back. nothing can hurt me. these guys are nothing short of incredible. and they changed/saved/are my fucking life.
myspace.com/aiden
the smoke clears and in whispering
waves of self mutilation
i see the dark sky fall to pieces,
the world is sometimes too heavy to breathe
and the dead surround me like an ocean.
i can't recognize the reflection
looking back through the mirror,
as if some sort of silent stranger
with mean eyes and deadly stare,
he sees everything and why?
then with one last glimmer defiant
i'm transformed into a monster, a giant,
with no heart, no limbs, no desire.
this is not a suicide letter.
i just want to get a real close look at death,
touch his matted hair as i pass him by...