The end of a decade but the start of an age.

The Phoenix. Being reborn from ashes. Gerard Way said sometimes you have to kind of die inside to rise from your ashes and believe in yourself, to love yourself and become a new person. That's what it feels like, you tear yourself apart because of all the hate you hold, you keep pulling at yourself until you fall to nothing. You get past the stage of hurting, you get past the stage of "This might not be such a good idea." When you get to that point it doesn't matter how logical things are or how easy it is to get help, all that matters is that things stop, you can't feel the loathing anymore, you can't feel anything. I still remember those moments when the only reason I was alive was because someone else was fighting for me, someone else saw I was worth it. 


I wish I could say that everyone has someone willing to help them, someone willing to do the hard work when you have no strength but unfortunately not everyone does. So those people who couldn't make it are not selfish, they are not stupid and they did not deserve to die. They needed help and I want you to ask yourselves something. Where were you?