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Anonymous asked: Would you say that your obsession with Jared Leto is a way of indirectly coping with the fact that you don't have a boyfriend?
I don’t have a boyfriend because no one can measure up to Jared.
Plain and simple.
The cracks peeked through my exterior, and jealously surged up my spine until my pupils were the color of green. Green like envy, green like ivy, green like I’d be—happy, if I was beautiful too. So, I went to the make-up counter, and bought the bright red lipstick, and heavily black mascara—and piled the products on, so that ugly would not bleed through. But that shred of anguish turned inward, and anger’s shade faded to lament, and I began to resent, myself. Wiped off all the products I had brought from the shelf, because pretty didn’t feel any easier either. That I would never look like that, or be like her. I scrapped off all those notions, and unfastened all those ideas—green was never my color; ashamed I shed some tears.
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“You know there’s a lot of things going on in our day in age right now where kids don’t have a way out, and they find that violence is the way to make a point, but you know everybody says, “oh its the kids fault, its the parents fault, its the music, its the movies.” What about the fucking kids that push you to the brink? When is it their fault? This songs about taking responsibility for what you do to others and the way you treat them, and if they come back to school the next day with a 45mm caliber handgun, you shouldn’t be fucking surprised. This songs called Fifth Period Massacre.” - Frank Iero