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Chapter 1: Really?

I groaned as my mother begged me. She groaned and pulled me down almost, looking me in the eye. "Bubbeleh, You really need to go! It will be a great experience! Who knows? Maybe you'll see someone in a different light and end up with them!"

I grumbled. My parents knew I was gay, I came out in high school, but my mom now comments on every boy she sees. She even texts me pictures of them; disgusting, I know. She looks at me a look of plead in her eyes. "C'mon, Stan's flying in for it!"

I just gave her a questioning look. Stan barely crossed my mind anymore, as he'd left me and this stupid town behind with Wendy on a mission trip to Africa five years ago. I really don't have any desire to see him, but I finally say yes because I'm tired of her asking. Mom smiles and claps.

I drown out her silly little remarks about how much fun a high school reunion is, but it can't really be that amazing. It's just some stupid reunion to reunite me with my peers from secondary school, no big deal. It's not like I like any of them anyways.

Butters went on to being some great office assistant or something, but he's not very good at it. His boss talks shit about him on Facebook all the time and it's actually quite sad, because Butters always laughs about it. Like 'hahaha! Ur so rite boss!" or "Yup!" He must've picked that up while being friends with Eric.

Kenny runs a garage downtown. He somehow picked up Clyde and Token to work for him, and now he's making more money than his parents have made in their entire lives in a week. I'm really proud of him, and I think he's proud of himself too. He's still the good old Ken.

Eric, or Cartman, well, whatever same thing, has been enjoying life and living it to the fullest it looks life. I don't really know much, but I do know he went into photography. I see him from my office building on the streets and I sigh a little, wishing I could run free. He seems so happy as he trots down the street, free as a bird. Stupid bastard. Sometimes I wish I was him.

Then there's me. I work as an accountant, and let me tell you, it really sucks. Not that I don't like balancing other people's budgets, but it's boring. You sit at a desk all day and do nothing but math, and I don't feel like I get everything done right. When my mom asks how work was, I shrug. It's honestly because it's sucking the life out of me, and I feel nothing but pain anymore.

I still live with my family. I know, dorky right? But it's not like I'm going to live alone or anything. I can't cook, and I definitely would be downing bottle after bottle of wine if I didn't have my family to distract me. Ike and I usually play basketball out side every night until it's dark, and then I'm usually watching some TLC show or the Canada Channel.

My life has basically been a big mess after college, with the whole "oh-my-god-I'm-Getting-so-old" phase, and then my parents always reassuring me that it will get better. I just sigh and nod, and go back to work with the same attitude everyday.

The sadness of being so unstable and angry all the time really drags me down all the time. Especially now that I'm usually left all alone to fend for myself and having zero friends and no life, I just stay on my computer all day until Mom either calls me down to help her with something or when Ike comes home from school.

The only thing I really like about accounting is the paycheck. Usually I'm bringing in close to $71,000 per year, and that enough for me to have incredibly fast wifi, a new phone every two years, and a Mac. I feel so stupid when my mom or dad comes home with a large amount of groceries and they don't regret anything. It's like they have a stream of money that's endless, which is actually true.

Now my life is basically Quoteform and Tumblr, with the daily exceptions of creeping up on my friends and family on Facebook. I'm usually out like a light by nine-thirty, and usually up at six. My days blur together, and I know that I'll be stuck in this same routine for years and years, and by the time I wake up and realize who and what I am, I'll be a thirty something single. Great.

I'm so scared of waking up one day and refusing to go to work, and I know that day is coming, and so I try to mentally prepare myself a head of time. I'm taking anti-anxiety pills, which I honestly do need, because I'm becoming more and more like Tweek. That day where I look in the mirror and break down cry is one I'm dreading so much. I feel like Rapunzel, wondering when my life will begin. I'm tired of life and it hasn't even really started for me. That's just peachy, isn't it?

Like I said, my day starts and ends pretty early, so now I'm waiting by the Keurig, trying not to cry because of the early morning. I groan, and My mom appears from her room, tired and out of it, and she hands me my keys that I almost forgot. Looks like its another beautiful day in the life of Kyle Broflovski.

i'm really trying to make each chapter really sorta long, so bear with me.