Adieu, my dear poor departed brain cells. I'll miss you greatly.

Man, if I knew earlier that Eliza Cuts wrote some crazy-ass story about her relationship with Gerard Way, I'd have read it a lot earlier rather than destroy my brain now, RIGHT before exams...
This is some CRAZY shit. I'm literally shocked at how badly this was written. If I didn't know she'd written it, I'd have thought maybe a twelve-year-old would have written it - not a full-grown woman!
Hell, even I can write better than this, and I'm what, sixteen?
Can't believe I ONLY just found this. xD



(ahem, linky-link here? =] teehee.)

It's crazy. And strange. And gave me a good laugh - Black Pyjama Party? Oh gee, very nice. I could never have believed that the story was about YOU, of COURSE, not with the main character's name being Emma... and no, not with her dear object of desire being in a band called Black Pyjama Party. Black PYJAMA PARTY?! Man...

Woman, you are crazy and obsessed and seriously need a psychiatrist. This isn't healthy.

Now, onto the slight matter of the few remaining brain cells left in my head... my head hurts... @_@

~lylt,
The Aliway.