My Chemical Romance
If you're not fond of social networking sites, you might not yet be aware, but My Chemical Romance has officially called it quits.
I'm in a strange place, I don't think the full impact has totally hit me, but this usually happens when I get bad news like this. I'm numb for a moment before it fully hits my emotions.
People have been thinking this was gonna happen for years, let's face it. I was always one of the ones saying we should calm down, the band's probably not gonna break up because of x, y, or z, etc. etc.
We've heard things about them preparing for a new album, we've heard that Gerard was playing demos for people, this just not what I was expecting at all.
I'm also not usually one who feels that the band owes us anything, but the blog post in which they delivered the news is just so... brief. We've dedicated so much of our time, so much of our lives and our money to this band... don't we deserve a little more of an explanation?
Right now I just kind of feel like my best friend has been acting kind of sketchy for a few months now, but we were still friends, and then now they've left me a (short) letter saying we're not friends anymore.
I'm crying now.
I've expressed what this band means to me before. I've met some of my best friends through this band. They inspired my drawing, my stories, the way I dressed. We've been through our ups and downs, I've grown thicker skin to deal with the snide remarks about my musical taste, but they were always there.
I have a weird thing about growing up as it is, I mean, obviously. I collect dolls, I'm obsessing over Rise of the Guardians lately, I'm sitting here with my stuffed dog I brought from home. Ever since I came to college there have been people who acted like MCR was something I should have gotten over already.
They were the experimenting with eyeliner when I was thirteen, all the black t-shirts. They were my first show at fourteen, they were waiting in lines for hours to see them up close. They were the school assignments I stretched to base around them somehow. They were the shitty pieces of fan art that eventually evolved into sort of decent pieces of fan art. They were starting high school, attending high school, finishing high school. They were starting college and feeling homesick.
MCR were my teenage years. And now here I am at 21, and they're done. It's just sort of... jarring, I guess. It's like an official notification that I'm not a kid anymore or something. That things aren't the same.
I don't even know if I'm making sense anymore.
All I know is that I'm sad, and I miss them already.
xoxo
Tera