Life wasn't always what you expected. You can read a book and hear about the characters going on adventures, but when did that ever happen? Life was realistic. You weren't magical, you didn't have soul mates, there wasn't a god that would save you. You had to make your own life. Head in his hand, phone in the other, scrolling through mindless garbage. That wasn't making the most of anything, but it was all you could do with social anxiety. Everyone has some shit going on, but then there's the people who don't know how to take their lives. Those people were like me, but they weren't. I didn't know who I was. I had ideas pounded into my head by my parents since I was born. I was supposed to be this perfect kid with these perfect grades. I was supposed to marry a beautiful woman and have at least one child. I was supposed to do that. That didn't mean I was going to. I didn't want to marry a girl, I didn't want children, I wasn't perfect. Hell, I didn't want any part of my parents dream of a perfect child. I wasn't their doll. I was his own person, right? Then why didn't it feel like it. My life was a cycle of events. Get up, shower, get dressed, eat, go to school, leave, go home, eat, talk, waste time on Tumblr, sleep, and repeat. Every day. Even my social life was a bore. I had one best friend, and an enemy. The rest of my 'friends' barely spoke to me. I could plaster on that fake smile every day. Feign interest every day, but when could I just be myself? Never. I couldn't be myself. I wasn't accepted. I had to live like they wanted me to. There wasn't a choice, was there? No. There never was, and when I told my parents who I was, they tried to make me think I wasn't that person. Well, you fucked it over, didn't you? I'm gone now, and it's all your fault. My so called 'enemy' was better than everyone. He accepted me for who I was with open arms, because he was like me, and he's fucking gone too. That's why I'm doing this... because he's gone. I'll miss you all. -Kyle Broflovski