From Urban Dictionary:

“Killjoy:
One who does not conform to society or corporations; Rebel

The Killjoys of the MCRmy will fight for what is right for what they believe and for the band that they love.”

It was Cactus Bloom, a Killjoy I met when we were both in college. The sweetest boy on this earth, a gentle soul with a heart of pure gold. I was taken aback by how safe I felt in his presence after the traumas I had been through. We fell in love, me finally finding myself able to sleep rather than cry and hyperventilate thanx to him. But he has always had severe mental health struggles. There were many scary and dark times. But it taught me so much about how to treat people who have severe depression. The necessary kindness and truths of such matters.

Saving lives in the way I do is hardcore. Most people cannot handle it. Super Nova’s friends all abandoned him over it, after making it seem like they would have been trustworthy with that sort of thing. My other best friend, Foxy Nerd, couldn’t handle it when I shared my own dark thoughts with her. She got nauseous and had to go lie down. It’s not an easy job. It’s people saying the most terrifying and depressing things. It’s getting a text from Super Nova’s friends at 2am that they had to go rush him to the hospital. I don’t know if he would still be here without them. And they left him.

But I didn’t. Because I am the strong one. The one who fights against an ugly world that tries to keep beautiful people down. The needle in the vein of the establishment.

This art is something Cactus drew at the beginning of our relationship, that I was thankfully able to hold onto. Killjoys never die. They live forever in the lights they make, and because I met Cactus, I now shine brightly. It’s tough as a painful nostalgia grips at my heart, but my heart is bulletproof. I am the change I want to see in the world, because love is that powerful of a force >^_^<