The one with the guitar god who doesn’t seem to get enough recognition most the time?
The one with the amazing bass player with the awkward knees and a good heart?
The one with the rhythm guitarist whose laughter lights up a room?
The one with the lead vocalist who puts everything he’s got into every performance?
You know the band.
The band whose lead singer was drunk for 3 straight years, and got clean in 17 days?
The band whose bass player had a mental breakdown, and still returned to record the rest of an album?
The band whose rhythm guitarist once played a show hooked up to an oxygen tank?
The band whose lead guitarist had to watch his best friends go through this and try to hold the band together at the same time?
You know that band.
My Chemical Romance.
The social rejects from New Jersey who wanted to make a difference, make some music, and maybe lower the suicide rate.
The ones who have to put up with labels that can be as small as “dark” or as extreme as “suicide cult”.
My Chemical Romance is:
These four men will always be my role models.
They inspire me to try as hard as I can every day.
They’ve proven to me that you shouldn’t care what other people think of you as long as you like yourself, and that you should always love yourself, because you’re absolutely drop dead gorgeous.
They’ve made me realize that nothing is worth hurting yourself over, and nothing is ever worth taking your life for.
They encourage me to keep on living.
I love you guys…. Forever…
So many tears.