So.

The passing of 10 o'clock on Sunday night (in my time zone) signified the ending of my week dedicated to Rue Nightlocke, loyal friend, fan of Frank Iero and Mikey Way, as well as comrade in the MCRMY. (pronounced MC-army) You will forever remain in my mind and heart, and I have come up with a list of songs I wish to dedicate, but never had the time to:

1) Summertime
2) The kids from Yesterday
3) Cemetary Drive
4) I don't love you
5) Bulletproof heart
6) Welcome to the Black Parade
7) We Don't need another song about California

I'm really sorry I couldn't post till now, because of examinations.

This post also marks my dark journey into depression. I am now a cutter/slasher. Whatever. There is a brutally beautiful poetry in self-mutilation that I am sincerely in love with. The pain I feel whilst slashing... the blood... it quells the pain I feel inside. My emotional pain makes it feel like I have strings around my heart that tighten... oh so slowly... and it pains me. My physical pain puts an end to that pain... but then it starts again. And my hurt has to end, right? That's why I cut. It's elevated... it transcends to another place. People who don't do it wouldn't understand.

This is also probably the longest post. I have read Death Bringer, and I'd just like to say this:

WARNING! SPOILERS! WARNING! SPOILERS!








YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!






OH MY GOD. SKUL-MAN IS LORD VILE? WHAT THE FUCK?



I love the fight scene between Darquesse and Lord Vile. I love it. The blood and gore... and I'm sad that Caelan died. Oh wells. Fletcher grew a lot. It was heart twisting.




Spoilers over.




I also now have a crush on Gerard Way. Sorry Lin-z, but it looks like there's another girl out here about to steal your husband. I HAVE HIS FACEBOOK! YAYZ!



Ahem. It is over. Everything is over. Except my journey into depression. I'm always rushing into trouble... and coming out the other end. It's about time that changed.