Well, here we are. Just you and me. Mano e mano. Me writin this right now, you readin it from the safety of wherever your computer is situated. Or not, depending on the state of your household. Hell you could be in the middle of a war zone. Which raises the question of why youre readin this in the middle of a warzone. Which raises another question. Whered you get a laptop? Or maybe its a regular computer but im goin to guess that it would be pretty hard to find an intact one of those in a warzone. Hell. You might be sittin in your room in the middle of Idaho. I dont know. Or particularly care. All that matters is that youre readin this. Good for you. And if you do happen to be in a warzone, well, theres nothin i can do about it. Howd you get there anyways? You know what? Lets not go into that. Cuz than youll probly go off on a long rant which you get totally absorbed in and havent the slightest idea why you began writing in the first place. Kind of like what im doin right now.

MCR. Bass. Lyrics. Poetry. Acting. Lying...

My Chemical Romance, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Disterbed, KoRn, Green Day, Hawthorne Heights, Chiodos, Drive By, Taking Back Sunday, H.I.M., Lincoln Park, Mindless Self Indulgence, Panic At The Disco, FAll Out Boy, August Burns Red, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus