I WAS IN CLASS AND I SUDDENLY HAD TO TAKE

bump. its been killing me all day and i just had to let it out. Its going to smell but its all good, anything to take the pain away

"Why the fuck am I reading My Chemical Romance lyrics?" I asked myself. "Only pussies listen to MCR. I'm not a pussy." I told myself. I scrolled down to the next stanza.

But myself wouldn't listen. I would go onto the bed, put the head phones and blast My Chemical Romance at full volume. I couldn't hear myself think, which was the point. "Hey! Me!"

sounded so much like, "Amy." Amy watching the Kardashians. Amy at Papyrus. Amy sipping coffee through a straw. I was trapped thinking about her, darkness crept in all around

and i realized i was thinking about Amy at dusk. What i really needed was a good stiff drink and called my friend Amie, as i always did whenever I'd obsess about Amy. Amie was with

Amy, unfortunately. The pair of them had met behind my back, and now Amie was telling Amy all bout my whinging and crying for her (Amy). Great, now I couldn't even trust Amie anymo

re. It's extremely embarrassing to cry in front of a girl. He vowed to never cry, whimper, or even shed one tear. Chuck was only ten when he made this vow. His next few years

went remarkably well, so he thought. Chuck didn't realize the bad emotions had to go somewhere, so instead of crying, he got mad. Chuck got real mad. But today he wanted to cry.

So he did what any depressed, angry or jilted woman would do. He bought a quart of Haggan-Das, biggest bag of chips he could find, wine, watched 3 chick flicks and cried and cried.