Saved by My Chemical Romance

i’m trina and here’s my quite lame story.

i’ve been a fan since 2006.

and in 2006, mcr wasn’t really saving me, since i wasn’t depressed or thinking about suicide like most of the other amazing “saved by mcr” stories.

i was quite oblivious to this amazing band back then, until i bought the black parade.

and when i did, i actually had no real reason on why i did.

i just heard a girl on my bus talking about an mcr concert she’d gone to.

at that time though, i wasn’t depressed or anything like that–i was just me. me who still listened to hip hop and was practially in love with panic at the disco.

i had never even heard of mcr before.

but when i bought that CD, i fell in love with my chem, but then i forgot about them for a while.

during the summer of ‘08, my love for mcr was renewed once again.

i dug deeper into the meanings of their songs and found how much mcr could help me in life.

from then on, my chem has helped me overcome obstacles and has given me hope & courage when i needed it.

now, i mean it when i say that my life is mcr. i really mean it.

it’s like i have to have a daily dose of their music or else i’m not very pleasant to be around.

i wouldn’t be the person that i am today without these amazing guys.

so, that’s my story of being saved by mcr.

nothing to do with depression or cutting or suicides…but it’s something.

thanks for reading.