I don't know what I did to make him leave. But...he's gone. I cut my hand when I broke the vase. It hurts. My head hurts my fucking heart hurts. all that is going through my mind is 'NOTFAIRNOTFAIRNOTFAIR'
Mikey says it's a good time to go home to Long Island. I couldn't agree more. I think I'll take a page out of Quinn's book and hang myself with Iero's tie. I can't live this life alone. I wanted it with him.
If I survive the night, I'm so going to never tour again. This is for him. I love how there's always a song for any situation I ever have in my crappy life.
Mikey is talking a bit now. We find out the details but for his sake, I'm not going to disclose them.
I'm so relieved. Frankie is with Mikey now, so I feel better.
* They're are sooooooooooooooo cute together ^_^ *
It's love, man. Love, love, love... I've haven't seen one couple so close in a long time. When you can comfort your man by your mere presence, just wow... Awesome.
I got a call around 8 am this morning from Mrs. Way telling me that I have to come back to Jersey ASAP. She couldn't get a hold of Frankie or Gerard. When Mikey was walking back from a restaraunt around 3 am, he got jumped by 3 guys. I went back to Belleville and to the hospital with Ray in tow. I went to see him. I had to see him. He is not good. He is far from good. He's a motherfucking mess. He doesn't want to talk to anyone but Frank or Gerard, either. And to add to the already sobering pain, he won't stop crying. I've never him in such a demure state. It's bad. He has a large purple bruise on his cheek, and bruises all over his arms. There is a gash on the side of his head, apparently where they knocked him out against the sidewalk. The doctor said they also have evidence of sexual assault. I am too shocked to even comprehend what else they coulda done to him once he was out. I know Frank was supposed to be here already so I need find him and get him in here. Ray is about to phone or IM Gee or Bert. We need to tell them what happened. Mikey has to stay in the hosptial for the night and maybe tomorrow. I'll stay until Frank or Gerard gets here... Seriously... who the fuck in their right mind would do that to him? Adam is gonna have to throw down if the cops catch the fuckers...
eh. Mikey has had another "who the hell are you and where the fuck am i" moment. I guess I startled him when i came to visit him in his hotel room because he screamed and began to beat the ever living crap out of me before Ray managed to calm him down and explain the situation.
Sooo... I'm not much of a talker... but hey, here I don't have to worry about it... I'm Adam... I'm the frontman of Taking Back Sunday (we're a little band, i'm sure you never heard of us...) I love Brad Pitt and Ed Norton Hannibal Lecter is my homie Warped Tour is the epitome of greatness Your best friends are probably named holly, lou, and brent... Mine are these guys...
and these guys... and lots more... but those two are the best of the best so far... first in my heart and shit...
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