A/N: Uhh.. God I haven't updated my story in 2 WEEKS. FUCK. I fail. I'm sorry. My computer has been broken… So here's a one-shot as an apology. Haha. Coz I didn't feel like writing a chapter just yet :) It's sad… yeah. That's it. The end. Read and review.

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I guess it's good to know I meant nothing to you.

I mean, it was stupid of me to pretend that I actually did. I could only go on pretending for so long that the moments we spent kissing, laughing, and crying together would be ones you would remember, look back on.

But enough about me.

Let's focus on you.

God knows where you are now, probably laying on some beach somewhere with a beefy guy named Fabian. You could escape this town, and everyone thought I could, too. But you broke me, left me. I'm afraid to ask why, what I did wrong, but you were never one for explanations. Mostly just take the leap and hold tight to your faith that everything would turn out alright.

Goodbye, bitch.

You were so stupid. You didn't know that the night you broke my heart, you left me to die, that I had a diamond ring in my pocket, ready to drop to one knee and follow you where ever you would lead me. But just as I was going to spill my heart out to you, you asked to speak first, and like the idiot I am, I obliged.

So you left me, alone. I cried, but you didn't cry. I lost it, screaming and throwing my hands against the walls. You remained statuesque and stayed strong. I could never be as strong as you.

But mom was so mad. I decided not to go Yale, instead go with you on whatever you had planned. Screw college, you were the only thing that mattered. But after you left me, I decided to go. It was the only thing left. But, of course, it was too late. It was too late in our senior year for any college to take me, so I was left in South Park...alone.

Kenny didn't know whether to stay with his lost and depressed friend, or to leave with everyone else. He was all I really had left after you. I told him to go, experience it all. He promised to call me every day, and visit often, but I haven't seen him in awhile.

I guess it's good to know I'm so easily forgotten.

Dust in the wind...

This town is so empty without you in it. It's always gray, always on the brink of rain, or tears. It stopped snowing awhile ago. It just won't come. But the cold never leaves. It chills to the bone, and leaves you with the feeling of death. What a sad little place.

I'm could only wish to be one of those damn goth kids. I think they had it best of all. The day of graduation, they stole a car and drove as fast away from this place as they could. They were forgotten, too, but at least they had each other. With each drag of their cigarettes, they could whisper words of hate about each other, but at least they weren't alone. I wonder where they went. Probably somewhere without any vampires and plenty of coffee.

So who knows where you are now, Stan Marsh. I was a fool to think you ever actually loved me. You were beautiful, tall and built, with perfectly wispy black hair. Your eyes killed me, and every time I looked into them, I felt a piece of my heart go to you.

I know where I am, stuck, alone, and empty. I can only hope that every now and again that you'll remember Kyle, that boy from South Park, who you made happier that another boy in the world.

But, right, I'm the forgotten boy, damaged goods; destroyed forever by your eyes and the way they killed me.