I always see the cup full. If the damn cup isn't full, I'll fill that shit up. I always think that things are going to be okay. Fuck, I always know things are going to be okay.
That nothing could happen to me. It's not so much in a way that I'm cocky and I think I'm better than anyone else. I just somehow feel like I have more sense than some of the folks in the world. Ya know? Do yo ever feel like that? Like you've got more faith in yourself than you have in humanity? It's because I'm sure that I make better decisions than alot of other adults out here. I'm sure I know. I don't think there's anything that I honestly need to learn. My old man is always telling me that one day my over confidence is going to strike me, but I just feel like it won't. As a young adult, I pay my bills, I go to school, I maintain my relationships good, and I'm living on my own. I'm not losing in the slightest bit. I'm winning. Life is good. I'm feeling good.

I'll make damn sure it is. I'll never rest. I'm not going to be like all the slackers all around me. I'm going to win. I'm going to have everything that my parents told me I'll never get, just because they didn't. They'll see, they'll all see.

I try to balance my life. But I wouldn't say I do everything in moderation. I do whatever is needed. If something around me slows down, I leave it. That's how I survived all these years. That's just how I'm set to live. All the idiots around me are wasting time, but I'll cherish every second of it. Putting myself farther ahead. I'll never yeld.

I was born alone in this world, and fuck it I'll make it by myself until the end of this world.

My name is Zero.

Up until two weeks ago, this was my outlook on life. This is how I felt.

Putting survial and accuracy first.
Never anyone else.
Work. Work. Thrive off of it. Thrive off of success.
I was killing my self with this.

I didn't know it.

I was 22 years old, under the stress of a man in his 40s who runs a bussiness going under.
Except, I didn't have anyone I was looking after, I was only stressing my self out..

It doesn't have to be like this.
I didn't have to do this to my self.
I needed to calm that down sometimes.

Turns out it took a asshole greaser to show me that.

As odd as it sounds.

It was the final week before exams.

Stress.
Sweat.
Stress.

Yeah the works. We all felt that way before right?
My job is making work an 11 hour shift.
Then I've got this 15 page paper on some legal shit. It's due in 3 days.
I've got work all those days.

For the first time in my life I felt like I was going to break.
I didn't let myself.
Because I never let myself.

Deep in my mind all I heard myself saying was :

You need school, you need to finish, if you don't your old man with be right.

You need money, if you don't make enough you're gonna move back home. Your old man will be right.

I'll never let him be right.
I don't need anyone.
I can do this.

That's what I chanted. I felt a migrain coming on and all I could see was red and letters I was typing.
All of a sudden. I had to pee.
I need to keep typing.
But I gotta take this piss.
So finally I end up giving up and I go to take this piss. Right? Right.

So like someone that has to desperately take a piss, I leave my door open.
The place I live in, is like this apartment building with doors next to my doors and a hallway that leads outside to one giant bathroom.
With closed off indivual bathrooms that are numbered for each apartment. I was number 8. So I sprinted like hell to number 8. Knocking this guy with sunglasses over who was in the mirror, Dude looked like a fucking greaser, running to my personal bathroom.
I got there.
I took my piss.
I was like yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas.
Cool. Cool.

Finally after 20 long seconds it was over.
I felt like a new creature in christ jesus.
Yes that pee break was so good it made me religious.

So anyways, I go head back to my room and I see the doctor is a little more open than I remember leaving it.
I shrug it off because I remember I didn't lock my door and I ran out.
I walk back in to see everything in place including all my valuables. So I don't mind.
But, I turned on my computer and what do I see?

Nothing. I saw nothing. All my stuff was deleted.

But there is a small note on the desk that says :

"This is for knocking me over asshole, I love you. Have a good life, you're welcome."

"Love, your neighbor in 11"

All my progress was deleted. Half of me wanted to go to 11 and go fuck that guy up. I'm sure I could take him, he was smaller than me. But why the fuck did he say, "You're welcome" Fuck him. I'm gonna go fuck him up. But all of a sudden, I just felt like it would solve nothing...but still I was fucking pissed. What the hell was I going to do? I sat, and I thought and I thought until suddenly I remembered something.

I have friends.
So I get out my cell phone and I call the nicest person I know, that has the same class I have.
I had his number from a time that he borrowed my book. We didn't talk much, but it was strange it was like he was always doing me small favors.
So I call him.
His name was X, he had alot of friends, but whenever we talked there was like this awkward silence, like he didn't know what to say. When I asked one of my friends, they just said it was because I was an intimidating dude.
So whatever, even though he thought I was intimidating, maybe he would help me.

When I call he picks up instantly. I look at the clock and I see it's 2:28 am. This got a little stranger.

"Hi Zero, what's with you calling me at 2:28 in the morning?" He asks quietly, but at the same time sarcastically. I smile a bit at his good humor.

"Well see, some asshole deleted my paper, I was half done but...I don't have enough time to finish it, I've got work all tomorrow and.." Suddenly X stops me.

"You want me to do your paper/help you?" X says instantly.

"Yeah if it's not too much trouble...I'd do it by myself but..."

"No you don't need to do it by yourself, so many people do things by themselves but end up pulling their hair out. I'd be happy to help you." X said almost as if he was anxious. I could outright feel it over the phone. I really hope I don't scare the guy.

"So, could you come over tonight?" I ask. The line goes silent. I'm a bit paranoid that I hung up. But then I get a response.

"Sure, that's fine, I'm not doing anything." I hear him respond.

"Dude, thank you so much. You're my savior, I love you, you are doing god's work, I'm coming to pick you up." I say and then hang up running to pick my coat up, slipping on my shoes and running on the outside.

That's when I realise that I don't know where he lives.
Getting in the car, I pull my phone out once more. It rings for one second and then X speaks.

"Zero, you seriously don't even know where I live though!" X said in mid laughter. I started laughing too.

"The hype was just too real sorry, directions please?" I said still with a smile on my face.

X gave me the directions and in no time I was there. He lived in the dorms on campus so he was waiting outside for me to pick him up. He got in the car and I noticed that he had a binder with him. I was guessing it had all the notes on it. When I saw him, I remembered that someone said I intimidated him. So I tried to be as nice as possible.

"Thanks again for this." I said to X. X just smiled nervously.

"It's fine, I've had my paper done for weeks. I don't mind helping you." X said.

It was silent in the car, there was low, Kendrick Lamar playing in the background. Because I'd turned down my music when X got in the car. Some how I just didn't think we listened to the same type of music. I was right. Just from his expression while in the car.

We got to my place which was only a few blocks from campus. So it wasn't a long car ride at all.

X and I got out of the car and go up the stairs until we get to my floor and we start to walk to my door.

Then I see that asshole who looks like a greaser, I'm about to say something to him until suddenly, he shoots a thumbs up X's way. I look at X and it looks like he's mentally freaking out.

"You know that guy?" I ask suddenly.

"I saw him once at the corner store." X said reluctantly.

I can only imagine.

But now when I think back, I almost want to thank him.
And punch his sunglasses, so glass can break into his eyes.

Asshole.
Thanks.

X's chapter connects with this one I guess. Because for some reason, maybe froggy is tripping balls but, I felt like I already wrote X's but I didn't then I forgot what his was about, so then I was like FLIP THIS NOISE. Then I decided to just roll with it. So X's is next.

And fanfiction readers I wanna tell you something.

Don't go see BlackHat. That movie is ass.

See you next chapter

- Froggy.