Text:I know Bandit’s birthday but I don’t know my own niece’s birthday. I also know where Gerard used to live but not my own address. I know everyone’s middle name in the band but not my mother’s. I love them more than one of my siblings. I feel more in love with them than with my own partners. This all makes me feel hopeless because I honestly don’t know them like I feel I do at times and I never will.
Text:Frerard is disgusting?! Gerard is homosexual?! OH! SO YOU’RE GONNA DOWN TALK ME BECAUSE I BELIEVE THESE THINGS? They’re up there making out. Gerard jacks and sucks mics off. He walks around like a flamer. Dresses like one. Basically acts like one- on and offstage- and me coming to this conclusion makes me a bad person? They brought it on their selves!
Text: I get upset when fans stalk the airports and hotels for them. They have said before that they hate flying and want privacy, but fans continue to stalk them out and then complain that they are rude to them. I get that you want to meet them, but you need to give them space. They’re humans. I know how cranky I get after a long plane ride.
Text:I watched Life On The Murder Scene yesterday, I knew from the beginning of it, that My Chemical Romance would never break up. Why? Because when asked why they started the band, they said To Save Lives. This is my hope.
Text:Fangirls make me sick. They each are happily married and don’t need a 13 year old to tell them who to be with. What makes you think they’ll choose a fangirl over their wives? Especially after so many name callings and death threats. Same goes for ‘Frerard’ and ‘Waycest’ fanatics. Sure it can be funny at times, but I don’t think they’re looking forward to fucking each other anytime soon.