The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2

It's not really just a band.

Three. Years.

Three years. Three years since a twelve year long legend has passed on. The times were amazing; we raised hell, we shouted out. Most of all, they gave us all, they gave me, a voice I could call my own.

My Chemical Romance is a fucking legend. As much as it hurts to say, it really was more than just a band, and you know it too. It was an amazing and brilliant idea, crafted by a man who saw tragedy first hand and wanted to change the world. And he fucking did.

Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and Frank all battled their way through and fought for us, stood with us, and sang with us. Through the rise and fall, through all hell, I know they've kept me and others hanging onto those last shreds of sanity at times.

Nothing is easy to describe how I feel about My Chemical Romance. There isn't a way to describe the pains of feeling that strike my heart when Welcome to the Black Parade or The Light Behind Your Eyes comes on. The music makes me feel everything. Sadness, happiness, anger, rebellion, emotion. Something. It makes me feel alive.

That's something I'll always need. I don't talk much about My Chemical Romance in this journal really (except my fanfic), but they mean so much more to me than any band. They will always have that special place in my heart, and their music shall never fail to be among the few that can make me cry.

There was a time in my life that My Chemical Romance helped me to keep living. I can't ever thank them enough for that. I can't. How do you thank someone who has saved your life?

You can't.

And even though My Chemical Romance as a band is over, it will never die. The fanbase allows for the Black Parade to live on, and still raises hell as the killjoys we are. Even though our leaders have parted ways doesn't mean we have. And that's something I'll always love about the My Chem fandom. There's always a comradery in loving them, one that we take from their example and spread around. There's so much love to be found in this fandom, and it all goes back to the guys who started off as little more than recording an album in a friend's basement.

That album changed history. This band, changed history.

So we can say so long and goodnight to it as a physical thing, but deep down we all know the spirit of the Black Parade will live on eternally within us.

Thank you My Chemical Romance. For it all.

Markie the fabulous killjoy out.