My, my chem. story

It all started one Saturday afternoon when I wuz watching the rock AM ring 2007. I wuz a Good Charlotte fan at the time and wanted to watch the full performance. After them my chemical romance came on. I wasn’t a big fan then. I knew all the ones played on the radio: teenagers, famous last words, welcome to the black parade, I don’t love you. I forget which one they played first but it wuz probly one of the above songs becuz I kept watching. Soon MAMA came on. I suddenly got sucked in. I watched song and after song. I loved them. The way they performed, their energy, everything! The way Gerard walked like a chicken or WHATEVER he wuz doin during teenagers made me laugh. I knew that I would become a fan of them very quickly. I wuz right. Now I have every single album and DVD. I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love, Three Cheers for Sweet revenge, Life on the murder scene, The black parade, and the Black parade is dead.
A few months later, I walked down in the morning and on the dining room table I saw 2 tickets to see them live. I wuz sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy. I could barley concentrate on any of my problems, all that mattered wuz that moment. The concert wuz on December 11th at 8pm, it wuz only October I couldn’t wait! That Halloween my mom got an email. It said the date and time of the Christmas strings concert that wuz worth half my grade. It wuz on December 11th 7pm-8 30pm. I thought she wuz joking @ first. Then I read the email. I wuz smiling, I kept trying to find loop holes around it. I didn’t believe it. I checked the sender, everything. Then it hit me, she wuzn’t kidding. Tears appeared in my eyes and the smile vanished completely frum my face. I didn’t go trick or treating that year, I just locked myself in my room and cried. After I wuz done crying, I just sat on my floor with my pocket knife. I kept opening it and closing it, opening it and closing it. I traced it along my arm feeling the cold metal. But no, I didn’t cut myself.
My mom wudn’t let me miss the concert. And I knew I couldn’t change that. I said to her I didn’t mind missing the first half or so. She said that skool and the venue wuz on completely other sides of the island (Singapore). By the time I got there, with traffic, and delays the concert wud be over. Eventually she sold MY tickets.
I realized that that wuz how it wuz gonna be; Skool over my LIFE. Everything I care about. And that’s how it’s been since then.
Well that’s my tragic little story. Check out mama. It’s still my fav Song on the black parade album.