Daydream Of My Funeral (Frerard)

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My name is Gerard Arthur Way. Im a suicidal depressive who is currently in the car on my way to a fucking mental people home. Because guess what, i fucking failed at the simple task of killing myself.

Ive never had friends. My family try to support me but they dont get it. Hell, my brother has depression and he still doesnt understand. I guess everyone has it different though, right? My mom is an interior designer and my dad is an accountant, so they work a lot. Which leaves me and mikey, my brother, to do whatever we want. So basically , all we do is listen to music and shit. We are not exactly exciting people.

I was never sexually abused or beaten by my parents or anything. Though i was heavily bullied. I went to community college, and as a 18 year old chubby fag, that was a deathwish. Im not saying i didnt deserve it, because i hate myself as much as everyone else hates me, but damn did it suck. But now, lucky me, i get to live with other crazy cunts and i cant do jack shit about it.

My mom says it will only be for a few months, but i doubt that. Ill be in there for life. I know it.

Not to my surprise, my parents had casually mentioned they probably wont be able to visit, but mikey had promised to visit me at some point. Its rare for me to trust anything anyone says, but i trusted that.

We pulled up outside an extremely well-kept white building and i sighed, oh how fun.