Everyday since the accident I've questioned why I am who I am. Why I'm alive. I guess that's just the guilt. Life is like, guilt-tripping me, everyday I am alive. And I guess that's why I continue to live with myself, and the therapy, and my father's hurtful words and strikes when my mother isn't home. My mom doesn't like me either but at least she somewhat tries. And then there's him- the boy with the firetruck red hair, Gerard Way, and his rude comments and his asshole demeanor. I couldn't ever imagine falling for him, but despite everything Gerard Way would do to hurt me, I couldn't ever imagine getting away from him either, because he seems to make everything just a little bit easier to have to live with. He seems to make everything better. And he seems to make everything worth it as well. Especially when he is the only one that accepts me for me. No one seems to know how to do that besides him. Even I can't figure that one out.
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