Bury Me in Black.™

"If for one second you think you're better than a sixteen-year-old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt and sang every single word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you ever shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about." -Gerard Way

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Um.

Don't call me Bury Me in Black. Call me Jessica. That's my name, after all.
I'm thirteen years old, and live in a crappy ass down near Chicago. But it's all good, because my friends are awesome and make up for the shittiness of this town.

My favorite bands are Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At the Disco, Hellogoodbye, Taking Back Sunday, Less Than Jake, Cobra Starship, Death Cab for Cutie, Avenged Sevenfold, Coheed and Cambria, 30 Seconds to Mars, The Killers, Anti-Flag, Rise Against, Iron Maiden, The Used, Smashing Pumpkins, Chiodos, and Bowling for Soup.

The end.