Tomorrow the world is supposed to end, well, something is supposed to happen anyway. Oh well, cheers to our awful existence finally being put to rest! That MCR lyrics means a lot more to me than an anthem now. So raise your glass high...for tomorrow we die....and return from the ashes you call. Except this time no one lives. I don't know why I was so upset over this yesterday. I mean, I should have told people why at least. Sure, it would ruin the next few days of their life for them but my whole life was ruined by my own head so maybe for once other people would be told to get over it, but the only difference is they most likely actually could. Oh well, life is pain, life isn't fair, and life is about to be over! Well, even us theorists don't know exactly what is gonna happen but we all are thinking some sort of invasion which is going to end the world. The next Terminator movie IRL basically only this time most likely aliens. I my friends am not going to sleep for the next two days. Oh well (raises glass)