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something about my chemical romance- old my chemical romance, not the new queen-ripoff shit- is calming. well, perhaps calming isnt the best word. it's comforting. i guess thats better. gerard way is really fucked up. like more fucked up then i ever thought. and that's comforting. its exciting. its rejuvenating. it brings me back to life- life in a fucked up world, but, nonetheless, life.
i sometimes feel that theres a horror movie playing in my brain, over and over, and i'm just sitting in the audience, taking notes on the pitches of the screams and the shades of the blood. sometimes, if i'm lucky enough or rather, out-of-it enough, those notes i'm taking become more than mental notes. and those notes are called writing.
i left the my chem dvd on upstairs and my mom said to come up because shes getting sick watching it. thats a cool effect to have on a person, dont you think? to affect them so deeply that they're sickened by your agony, your insanity. i hope i can have an effect on someone like that someday.
i half-heartedly used punctuation in this entry. of course, i didn't feel like using apostrophes the whole time. so i opted not to in some sentences. did i really need to just write that; that observation could have been made regardless.
this was kinda fucked up. this entry. sorry.