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By XxyourchemicalromanceXx

 

Sometimes, I feel like an outcast. I don't feel like the rest  of my friends......my guy friends.....you know? No, you don't know~I don't even know... :/ *sigh* This feeling........I've tried talking to gee about it but.........He wouldn't understand....He doesn't understand unless it's about him.....Gerard is so stuck up in his own ass hole sometimes.........No, that's not really true....well, it kind of is....i.d.k.......What was the point of ever writing this stupid thing??????????
 
Mikey put down his pen and sighed deeply before rolling his desk chair across the hardwood floor to lock his bedroom door. "And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand." Those sixteen words that droned from the speakers of his boom-box made the youngest Way fall out of his desk chair and onto his knees. Holding his head in his hands Mikey yet a few tears drop, this wasn't who he was meant to be. Mikey never felt like a man he never wanted to do manly things, unless you counted video games and comic books but even then Mikey hardly wanted to do those things.
 
Mikey liked playing with peoples hair and watching all those girly make up shows, dressing up Barbie and playing house with baby dolls. Mikey wasn't meant to be Michael, Mikey was meant to be Michelle, he was meant to be a girl. Feeling like he was going to be sick, the young boy dragged himself across the floor over to his trash can sticking his face in the circle. The smell and sound of the vomit made him need to puke ever more.
 
"Attractive." Mikey lifted his head out of the trash can and looked over to his window to see his friend Frank climbing through the window. Mikey lifted his middle finger towards his friend, "you sick?" With a sigh Mikey nodded his head "yes, in my fucked up head!"
 

 

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