I grew up always believing there was something wrong with me, that I wasn’t good enough as I am. All the times I’ve been successful in my life are times when I’ve put up a façade. As soon as I show people who I really am, they instantly lose interest.
So when I discovered “emo” music, particularly My Chemical Romance, it seemed a good escape from the pressures and injustices of my life. Not only was it pushing the limits of what you can say, in a way that’s artistic, but it was so emotive, so expressive that you can’t ignore it — you either relate to it or you don’t. You either see something in it or you don’t.
There was something in this music that made me feel alive, gave me a reason to keep going despite the loneliness I felt. It can’t be summed up in a short blog post. It just made me want to thrash all this shit out, get it out of my system to make room for all the good things I could be feeling instead. It was all about f e e l i n g something, saying “I’m standing right here, don’t ignore me.” Because if you do, I’m the problem of the future.