As I sit alone in my room I think of all the things I can write this paper about...and come up with nothing. I seriously don't get it, "The meaning of life," what the hell! For me, there is no meaning. I drift along day after day in this dreary life just waiting, waiting for something good to happen to me but do I get it, uh, no! I'm not like other girls. For them they have something; boys, fashion, something. I say one of the only things that has kept me alive all these years is coming home every day and putting my favorite CD, "I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love", in the stereo and drifting away to the sound of Gerard Way's voice. My groundings always a problem, since it seems I cannot stay out of trouble for one whole week, but at least I'll always have my MCR. Has music saved my life?

You betcha.