Stories For MCR
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assbuttcasbutt: my MCR story is this.[ps, i have put this in another person's ask already, but they got offfline while i was typing it and this ones a little different cuz i dont remember exactly what i typed in the other one.]
I learned about the band back when I was 8 years old because Dead was on guitar hero. I really liked the song, and I've always been very shy about singing, yet I often found myself singing it out loud. I looked up a few other songs on youtube[all from tbp, i was not good at searching songs, and i only knew about tbp then], and i really liked them. I got the Black Parade CD for christmas when I was 9. That day when I got it, I was listening to it nonstop, including when I went to my grandparents house. While I was there listening to it on my little cd player, my uncle asked to see the case. Not thinking anything of it, I handed it to him. He looked at it, saw the explict content sticker, and started saying 'you shouldnt be listening to this crap' and things like that. I got really upset about it, especily because that cd had been making me feel good about myself since I began listening to it, and I was being told that it was crap. I told my parents, and they said to brush it off, they said that they didnt care if I listened to it, so niether should my uncle. Sadly, that didnt help. I started getting depressed and upset that my uncle was mad at me for my music choices. It got to the point that I hid the cd from myself so that I wouldnt listen to it. I didnt listen to it for over a year, and it was hell. I tried to listen to other bands, but none of them made me feel like MCR did. I had forgoten about them for a while, and I had kept feeling like something was missing. I found the CD again when I was 11. Remembering how much I had liked it back then, and not caring what others thought, I popped it into my radio and started listening, to find out that It was more amazing than I remembered. One of the missing pieces of my mind was found. Since then, I looked up the rest of the songs, and their music has helped me through a lot. Sometimes, my friends will talk crap about MCR to my face, just to make me upset, and I hate it so much. I don't think they would say that if they really knew how much they mean to me, how many times they've stopped me from hurting myself. MCR helps me believe that I AM worth it, and that the teasing and mean things people say about me dont matter. They help me through the day, and I cannot live without them. They are my savior.<3
That is my MCR story. Its not as touching or interesting as some of the others, but its Me. thank you for taking the time to read this. xo Jinxy <3
I learned about the band back when I was 8 years old because Dead was on guitar hero. I really liked the song, and I've always been very shy about singing, yet I often found myself singing it out loud. I looked up a few other songs on youtube[all from tbp, i was not good at searching songs, and i only knew about tbp then], and i really liked them. I got the Black Parade CD for christmas when I was 9. That day when I got it, I was listening to it nonstop, including when I went to my grandparents house. While I was there listening to it on my little cd player, my uncle asked to see the case. Not thinking anything of it, I handed it to him. He looked at it, saw the explict content sticker, and started saying 'you shouldnt be listening to this crap' and things like that. I got really upset about it, especily because that cd had been making me feel good about myself since I began listening to it, and I was being told that it was crap. I told my parents, and they said to brush it off, they said that they didnt care if I listened to it, so niether should my uncle. Sadly, that didnt help. I started getting depressed and upset that my uncle was mad at me for my music choices. It got to the point that I hid the cd from myself so that I wouldnt listen to it. I didnt listen to it for over a year, and it was hell. I tried to listen to other bands, but none of them made me feel like MCR did. I had forgoten about them for a while, and I had kept feeling like something was missing. I found the CD again when I was 11. Remembering how much I had liked it back then, and not caring what others thought, I popped it into my radio and started listening, to find out that It was more amazing than I remembered. One of the missing pieces of my mind was found. Since then, I looked up the rest of the songs, and their music has helped me through a lot. Sometimes, my friends will talk crap about MCR to my face, just to make me upset, and I hate it so much. I don't think they would say that if they really knew how much they mean to me, how many times they've stopped me from hurting myself. MCR helps me believe that I AM worth it, and that the teasing and mean things people say about me dont matter. They help me through the day, and I cannot live without them. They are my savior.<3
That is my MCR story. Its not as touching or interesting as some of the others, but its Me. thank you for taking the time to read this. xo Jinxy <3
It doesn’t need to be a huge sob fest, as long as it’s yours :]
20/2/2011
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