Imagine 20-30 years from now, you just dropped the kids off and you turn the radio to your favorite classic alternative rock station.

You start driving down the highway while listening to commercials. Suddenly, there is a moment of silence. You wonder if the station is messing up, then you hear it.

A single G note plays on a piano, then pauses. You feel something, some sort of longing. Then you hear an F#.

All those years as a teenager rush back to you. being an outcast, alone, with music as your escape. You remember all the time spent in Hot Topic, looking for a new band shirt. You remember the band's name; My Chemical Romance.

Then you remember the stories you heard years before. 

The story of how Mikey Way got back on drugs, became depressed and committed suicide, at just age 42.

How Gerard died from an early heart attack just a few months later. 

How Frank Iero was hit by a drunk driver, going to pick up his granddaughter just about 10 years ago.

And how Ray disappeared off the grid, just a few month after Frank's death.

This all hits you like a train. You start crying, and then, you hear the words "We'll carry on, and though you're dead and gone believe me, your memory will carry on."

You pull off to the side of the road and just cry for a while.

After the song goes off and you've stopped crying, you stop and think.

About how on those lonely days, they were there for you. How you felt depressed and they help you smile. 

You feel one final tear fall down your face, but now its not of sadness, but of remembrance and you smile.

An:// IM SORRY, I MADE MYSELF SAD WRITING THAT