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Things About Me

• My name is Vanessa Reyes
• Im 18 years old
• I live in Bayonne, New Jersey
• I hate living in Bayonne
• Im a senior at Bayonne high
• I have 3 older brothers
• Im the only and youngest sister
• I have never been to any rock/punk rock concert yet in my life
• I have some friends at the school but only one hangs out with me =(
• Im in special ed but it doesn’t really bother me a whole lot
• I do get picked on for that
• I happen to be a huge fan of the bands Green Day and My Chemical Romance
• I have a long list of bands I love
• I love animals and hate it when there abused
• Im Hispanic
• I have a weird personality
• I often like to go to park with my ipod
• My friend aj says I have the memory span of a goldfish
• Im usually a quite person
• I like to do air drumming when I get bored
• I am usually bored all the time
• You will never see me without my ipod unless im not allow to take it me
• I think drummers and guitars are sexy =)
• I know a lot about Green Day and MCR
• I don’t like wearing make up
• I am not emo though some people call me that for the music I listen to
• I have and own bullet in a bible (green day)
• I have seen life on LOTMS (MCR) but I don’t have it to watch ever day lol
• I like wearing black jackets with hoods of course
• I curse a lot
• Im half christen and half catholic
• I don’t own any pets though I did when I was young
• I just am short for my age (4’11)
• I am very under weight (98 pounds)
• You piss me off you will be on the ground
• I often forget what is happening around me
• I always have my hair in a ponytail
• I dream of one day doing drums
• I want to do a job in computers
• I watch south park, family guy, robot chicken, futurama …etc
• I sometimes sleep with a stuff animal
• My laugh like a mixture of a monkey and a hyena lmfao

Anything else just ask =D

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Real MCR Fans:

Real MCR fans are not the people who know everything about them just to show off to their friends.
They don’t trawl through pages of information to learn Gerard’s brother’s wife’s original last name.
They don’t care what color Gerard’s hair is on any given day.

Real MCR fans are not the people who know every detail of each band member’s pre-MCR life.
They don’t ask for various band members for dinner.
They aren’t the people who shop for a jacket for hours just to copy the band.
They don’t start smoking “because they think they will be hott like Frank and Gerard.”
Instead they know what smoking can do to people and wish Frank and Gerard would stop because we don’t want to lose them before their time.

Real MCR fans don’t ask for Bob for Christmas because that’s just stupid.
They don’t have to own the MCR action figures to be true fans.
They don’t sleep with a picture of MCR and drool all over it.
They don’t spend hours searching the TV guide to find anything MCR-related.
They are excited when they just happen to see MCR on TV because the surprise makes it all the more exciting.

Real MCR fans don’t randomly break into song just because of hearing one phrase of lyrics in everyday speech.
They don’t spend hours scouring the Internet to find out what Ray’s favorite color is.
They don’t hound people about “MCR sav3d mi life!!!!” because they know that would make people think MCR only breeds annoying fans.

The real MCR fans are the people who don’t own their CD’s just to own them.
They are the people who only know the lyrics to “I’m Not Okay” and “Welcome to the Black Parade” because those are the only songs they’ve ever heard on the radio…and that’s all they can afford to listen to.
They borrow CD’s from their friends at every possible moment.
They don’t memorize the lyrics to all the B-side songs just to show off to the people who haven’t heard them.

The real MCR fans are the people who get thrown out of the arena where MCR is playing. Not for moshing too hard or trying to steal merchandise…but because they can’t afford the tickets and try to sneak in.
They have never seen a picture of the band and don’t care because it’s not about the image.
They don’t dress to the “emo” stereotype because it’s a label MCR is trying to get rid of, not endorse.
They don’t always wear black just to prove a point.
They wear whatever they want because that is true self-expression…black, blue, pink, or otherwise.

Because it’s not about how much you know.

Because it’s not about the stuff you own.

Because it’s not about what you wear, the lyrics you’ve memorized, or how many songs you know just to show off to your friends.

Because the real MCR fans care about the music.

And real MCR fans have THIS on their profiles.

READ THIS...

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson" ---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS

HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!


P.S. CUT CLASS NOT ANIMALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE 10 COMMANDMENTS OF A CHEMICAL ROMANCE

1. Thou shall not put a gun to thy lover's head.
2. Thou shall be willing to die for love.
3. Thou shall seek revenge on those who wrong you.
4. Thou shall be a demolition lover. 5. Thou shall unleash the bats.
6. Thou shall protect thy lover from everything (even vampires)
7. Thou shall respect the lords, Gerard,Mikey,Frank,Ray,and Bob.
8. Thou shall sing the holy hymns of the chemical romance
9. Thou shall see beauty in bloody love.
10. Thou shall rock hard

The Ten Commandments of the Black Parade
1.Thou shalt except death as it comes
2.Thou shalt sing and march without question
3.Thou shalt face fear and regret
4.thou shalt let go of thy dreams
5.Thou shalt give blood
6.Thou shalt fear thy sins
7.Thou shalt protect thy brothers in arms
8.Thou shalt darken thy clothes
9.Thou shalt not walk this world alone
10.THOU SHALT CARRY ON!!!

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE BIBLE
x. Gerard Way puts the "laughter" in "manslaughter".
x. Mikey Way can slam revolving doors.
x. The chief export of The Frank Iero is pain.
x. Mikey Way counted to infinity... twice.
x. Frank Iero can divide by Zero.
x. The grass is always greener on the other side. Unless Gerard Way has been there, then it's soaked with tears and blood.
x. The Frank Iero once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now The Islands.
x. Gerard Way sleeps with a night light. Not because Gerard Way is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Gerard Way.
x. Mikey Way is the reason Waldo is hiding.
x. A tsunami is water running away from Bob Bryar.
x. Bob Bryar doesnt get brain freeze. Slurpees know when to back the fuck off.
x. Bob Bryar does not teabag the ladies. He potato-sacks them.
x. Mikey Way can speak braille.
x. Frank Iero jacks off to Monster Trucks.
x. Jeeves asks Ray Toro.
x. If The Bob Bryar is late, time better slow the fuck down.
x. Geico saved 15% a year by switching to Gerard Way.
x. Ray Toro went back in time and stopped the JFK assination by catching the bullet in mid air. JFK's head just exploded in sheer amazement.
x. Gerard Way has to sort his laundry into three loads: darks, whites, and bloodstains.
x. The most effective form of suicide known to man is to type "Frank Iero" into Google and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky!"
x. Jesus walked on water. Gerard Way walked on Jesus.
x. When Frank Iero gives you the finger, he's telling you how many seconds you have left to live.
x. Gerard Way doesn't use pickup lines, he simply says, "Now."
x. Mikey Way is like a Tsunami, if you can see him coming it's already too late.
x. Bob Bryar ate the Stay Puff Marshmellow man.
x. Ray Toro didn't vote for Pedro. He deported him.
x. When God said, "Let there be light", Gerard Way said, "say please."

The Emo Bible

Everything started with the one God, Gerard.
One day he had a spark of creativity, so he picked this random ball of rock and started to put stuff on it.
The first day he created a really hot emo guy named Mikey.
The second day he created music.
The third day he created drugs, sex, and razors.
The fourth day he created an insecure emo girl, Alicia.
The fifth day he created black clothes, belts, and makeup.
The sixth day he created all of the swear words.
The seventh and final day he created the food of the gods, Skittles™.

One day, the first emos (Mikey and Alicia, who were wearing clothes) were greeted by the Skittle™ faerie. She told them, “Eat these sour Skittles ™.”
But Gerard said, “No, eat the regular Skittles™.”
So they ate the sour Skittles because they tasted better.
But then they felt bad.
And they got stoned a lot.
And they started cutting to make themselves feel better.
But then they had sore arms, so they got drunk to make them feel better. Because of this, Alicia accidentally got pregnant and gave birth to the beautiful Jepha, who lived off of Skittles.
A whole bunch of emos were spawned after that.

-1000 years later-

A hot 13-year-old boy named Frankie was walking home from the gas station where he had just purchased some Skittles. On the way he encountered an angel with a huge fro named Ray.
Ray said, “Gerard wants you right now.”
Frank: “What?”
Ray: “He wants to rape you.”
Frank: “But I’m 13. That’s illegal.”
Ray: “Whatever.”
Frankie was poofed up to heaven. The clouds were black.
Ray brought Frankie to Gerard.
Gerard said, “Now you will be pregnant with my son!”
Frankie: “No effing way! I’m a guy!”
Gerard raped him anyways.
Frankie was angry because now that he was pregnant, he was all fat. So he went anorexic but his friends forced him to eat because they knew about the baby.

-Nine months later-

Davey, the son of Gerard, was born!!

-16 years later-

Davey was the EMO JESUS but everyone hated him because he was gay.
Miracles: He did people’s hair and he turned water into beer.
He had a bunch of followers that loved him because he was hot.
Some angry people (the ancestors of jocks and preps) killed Davey because they were homophobic.
1000 years later someone made a really shitty movie about it called, “The Passion of the Davey”

-2000 years later-

Davey Havok is the reincarnation of the EMO JESUS. He becomes the messiah and people worship him and his beautiful voice. He eventually saves the world from the total hellhole it is.


The End


Stereotyping

I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday.
I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'de leave me for it.
I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do.
I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed to far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep.
I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend.
I am the woman who commited suicide just before I graduated highschool. Since I'm a CheerLeader, no one suspected it was coming.
I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was.
I am the athlete evryone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games.
I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to.
I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming?
I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear.
I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a whore because of it.
I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret. We have to be

Suicide

Life is impossible. Suicide is your way out. Fine -- but before you kill yourself, consider these facts

Suicide is not usually successful.

You know a guaranteed way? Ask the 25yr old who tried to electrocute himself.
He lived. But, both of his arms are gone.

What about jumping? Ask John.
He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sence of humor.
That was before he lept from a building. Now, he's brain damaged and will always need care.
He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he knows he used to be normal.

What about pills? Ask the 12yr old with extensice liver damage from an overdose.
Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.

What about a gun?
Ask the 24yr old who shot himself in the head.
Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side.
He lived through his "foolproof" suicide.

You might too. But .. who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling?
Commercial cleaning companies may refuse the job
-- but someone has to do it. Who will cut you down from where you hung yourself, or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? :
Your father?
Your mother?
Your sister or brother?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will never completely recover.
They'll feel regret and an unending pain.

Suicide is contagious. Look around your family.
You do have other choices. There are people you can help you through this crisis.
Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police.
They will tell you there's hope. Maybe in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.

You say you don't want to be stopped?
Still want to do it?
Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later.
And we'll work with whatever you have left. There's always someone who will be there for you to talk things through even if it seems like no one is there for you.
Everything will get better, and it will be okay.

So whenever you are going to pick up that knife, or razor,
just think about all the people you are leaving behind, all the memories, and all the good times.

I Have tried it it does not work death is not the way out.

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PON AND ZI ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My name is Lilly
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name is Lilly
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.


There are thousands of kids out there just like Lilly.
And you can help.

Repost this if it effected you in any way!!!



Dear friend,
You are too perfect for me. You've always thought bad shit about yourself now it's time for me to tell you the truth;
You are fucking beautiful. Who cares about those stick like people on the cover of magazines as we go get our beloved...kerrang!. You may not be as tall, thin, toned. And you may not have as nice teeth or face. But to me, you are perfect in every way.

I'm writing this because i'm sick of you putting yourself down even though you are pretty. So what if that popular dude doesn't like you. I do. So what if you got rejected from the cheerleading team because the captain doesn't like you. I do. If I ever lost you, I would search to the end of the world and back, every inch of land and water, just to find you. Because you are that special to me. And I know that every time you come search for me because you're upset over something, my heart breaks when you cry.

You tell me everything and myself likewise. We've helped each other get past the hardest things. Then I discovered you were cutting. You told me to butt out, and I couldn't help myself. I swear to God, I tried helping you as much as I could. I guess it just got out of hand. Then we stopped seeing each other for a while.

Remember that argument we had, hm? When I got angry because you wouldn't tell me what was wrong? It was on MSN and then you blocked me, we didn't talk for weeks. You avoided me at school and began sitting on your own in isolation. I cried every night, you know that right? I just needed to help you because you couldn't help yourself. Then you went to hospital for a few days.

I missed you all that while and tried to visit you, but to no avail. Then when you got back to school I could see why you had gone. You were pale, skinny and frail. You could barely smile at me the one time, I can remember. The time you fell down the steps and I gave you a helping hand.

Two months later and you just got further and further apart.

That's when I got the news.

You had died, at home, in bed. Your body had no life source, no energy. So it gave up, while you slept peacefully.

And I will never forgive myself for letting you get that far. Just that one cut too deep, that on fasting session too far. I was angry at you too because you vowed never to be like the stick insects on Vogue magazine. Even as I sit here writing this, I will never be able to forgive myself.

Love always,
x

this made me cry put it on your profile!!!!!!
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Funny huh? Isnt it funny, that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything?
Isnt it funny, you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?
ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone. Are you laughing?
Isnt it funny, a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
ISNT IT FUNNY, that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?
im not laughing.
ITS SO FUNNY, that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.
ISNT IT FUNNY, that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.
HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS. KEEP ON LAUGHING
Isnt it funny, you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life without knowing her situation with her friends or her family or her LIFE
BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING
BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON A FUCKED UP DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT, ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET, ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS
BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS KEEP ON LAUGHING.
I don't think it's funny at all and if you have a heart you won't either!!!


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one day i will be a drummer =D drums are my life and so is music


ever since i started listening to green day and mcr i always wanted to be a drummer.the only time i accualy held drum stick was last year .my teacher mr.wolfer had some and he is a green day fan.he went to woodstock which was cool to me.anyways he new how to play and had a pair and a small lil pad thing to pratice.so once in awhile if i wasnt doing anything i would ask him if i can play with the stick and he would have music on and i would try to play along with it.but now i dont have him i cant practice but i always air drum which is still fun for me.if i was rich this would be my drum set.. and some stuff with drums too lol







i love animals here are some of my favorites















OMG IS THAT BILLIE JOE AND ADIE!!!!!!!!!!1 =O





i have new obession!!!!!1 and his name is foamy!!!!!!!!!!