April 25, 2007
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Yeah, I'm back after my uh... short hiatus.
Anyway, I realize my life is not really very exciting to blog about. No body wants to read stuffs like, today I wake up at this time, then later on I do this, then I do this, and then I sleep. LOL.
So what I'll most probably do is either:
a) Eat a cookie
b) Write something totally random but it worth reading
c) Quotes some quotes
d) Keep publishing my poems
e) Just hide in my room until the penguins have gone away
and of course
f) RANTS!
Haha! Thought you can get away from the evil R-word huh? Nope, it will keep coming back to haunt you over and over again. And then your eyes will start to glaze over until you realize that this world is indeed fucked up.
Oh and do take your time to read this letter:There is always the subject of who means to me the most. That's right my friends, I'm talking about Gerard.
Hahahaha. Of course they got back together in the end. Gerard with his old black hair, just like before. Heh. =)
For many years we had been together, and it was a joyous times. I stood by his side as his dreams came true, of being in this amazing rock band - My Chemical Romance. I watched and felt the blood, sweat, and tears put into this, and I was never so proud in my life.
We would tell each other our fears, I would keep his head warm when he was cold, and he would brush me when I was upset, it was the ideal relationship, and I have never loved anyone as much as I love him. But the many times he told me that he loved me, and how many times we made love, it was all lies.
I remember that day, as we were together in the garage and he told me it was over. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing into my little hairy heart, and tears immediately sprung to my eyes, and I asked him why it had to be this way. I loved him, I cared about him, and he was all I had. He told me that it just had to be this way, and took the electric shaver, and cut me out of his life.
I laid there helplessly on the concrete floor, begging, crying, pleading for him to take me back, but it was the end of it.
After nearly a year of deep counseling and a prescription of Prozac, I was able to get back on my feet. But nothing will ever be the same. The way I fit perfectly to him, the way we went everywhere together. The laughs, the jokes, the songs, the shows, and the friends we made as well as the enemies. I still don't understand why he left me, and maybe it will always remain a mystery to me.
When I saw that he had moved on to someone more blonde and shorter than me, my heart broke into a thousand tiny tortured fragments every time I see the two of them together. All I want is to climb back onto that beautiful head and hide behind those pretty hazel eyes of his, be able to tell him everything is okay, and to be cradled by his gorgeous fingers running over me. He was my only love, and will always be that way. I still love him, despite the torment and heartache he has put me through.
His new hair just isn't good for him, and they aren't a perfect match. Does it match his facial hair? No. From what I've been told it doesn't stay the same shade of black that fades back to my color. That's a true sign Gerard. And was I ever hard for you Gerard? All I ever wanted was to be brushed every now and then. You didn't have to maintain me or cut me, just love me as much as I love you. I love you Gerard, forever and always.
Love,
Gerard's Hair
Guess you could say "and they all lived happily ever after"...
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