I was only 9 years old. I had all the meh emoji merchandise and movies. I pray to Meh for the perfect life he had given me. "Meh is love." I'd said to myself. "Meh is life." My big brother would call me a faggot. But I knew he was just jealous. I'd call him a jelly retard. He slapped me and sent me to bed. I sat in bed crying, until I got a touch on my shoulder. I looked over, it was Meh! I was so happy! He whispered in my ear "What the heck?" I spread my a$scheeks. He filled my butt with his mighty phone. He rekt my butthole. It hurt, but I do it for Meh. My big brother walked in. "WTF?" He said. Meh got up. Meh jumped out the window and flew away.

It's not game over. It's never game over.

Meh is love, Meh is life.