My life was awful. When I was as kid, I was fat, pretty ugly and had awful hair. I used to get teased every fucking day. Slammed up against lockers, punched in the face - you name it. Hell, I had to go to prom with one of my female friends because I couldn’t even get a proper date. I can’t even look back at those photos because I look so bad. I transferred schools, but the teasing just got worse. After a, lets say “incident” I had with the school play, the bullying got worse. But I made it through high school only to find out that real life was pretty much the same. I just stayed in a dark room all day. I didn’t talk to anyone, I didn’t go outside, I just stayed in and drew. I’d draw vampires, mummies, heroes, villains. Anything to help me escape all the bad in the world I went to art school and didn’t really belong. All I could draw was comic book characters. I tried to put my only good talent to use by drawing a cartoon and pitching it - only to have been turned down. Life to me was pretty pointless. I started drinking, doing drugs and just generally wasting my life drawing. Ten one day, I saw bodies falling from the sky. I witnessed people dying and that’s when I decided to turn my life around. I called up everyone I knew who had an instrument and we formed a band. Being on tour for the first few years was bad, all we’d do was get drunk and high, but I loved it. Because I was doing something I loved with the people I loved. And a few years ago I met the most perfect woman ever. It’s like we share a wave-link or something, she just knows me without even knowing me if you understand. And now, 2011. I have a beautiful baby girl, a caring wife and I get to perform for all my adoring fans everyday. I am living proof that no matter how bad life gets, it gets better. I am Gerard Way, and I survived.