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HOW BADLY CAN WE FUCK UP FRANK IEROS LIFE AFTER HE GOES THROUGH THE WORST THING IN THE ENTIRE WOOORRLLLDD? HOW BAD? HOW BAD CAN WE DISHONOUR HIS WISHES AND FUCK HIM IN THE ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MYG OD OH MY GOD WE'RE ILLING ALL OF YOU GUYS. MIKEY WAY YOU GOTTA GO YOU GOTTA GO YOU GOTTA DIE LIKE SHUT UP SHUT UP SHYUTTTHU GUPP[IGHIHIEiii

"You need to get a fucking grip on yourself, Frank," Gerard said into the following silence, folding his arms. "Shit happens. You deal with it. That's how life goes on."

what are you TALKING ABOUT. YOURE GOING TO HELL

"Whatever," Ray sighed. "How much of a shit am I, anyway, talking to you of all people about this?"

Frank blinked. "Me of all people?"

"You know." Ray waved his hand. "The whole 'I Don't Know How To Love Him' deal."

"The - you - !" Frank looked around for something to throw at Ray, but then gave up and flopped down onto the pillow again, groaning. He could hear Ray cracking up and he flipped him off without looking at him. "Fuck you, dude, we're both pathetic, okay?"

Ray just laughed some more. "Agreed."

So Fucking Cute. Ray Toro I Love You

"We always find ourselves people who want to help," he said. "It's almost like we were meant to meet you."

"You think so?" Craig said eagerly. "Like fate?"

Gerard laughed. "Why not?"

Because there's no such thing, Frank thought bitterly, but he kept it to himself.

Lets all kill ourselves