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wildcat- perfect

Tyler never felt like he had it.
He always felt empty, he never felt a sense of purpose, he never felt needed, or wanted.
He just felt numb.
He was always tangled up in studies, and he never really took breaks for himself. He stayed up for days at a clip on a caffeine fueled adrenaline, writing papers, attending seminars just following a mindless path. He never paused to think he didn't want this. He just never stopped. It was day after day, coffee, paper, red bull, paper, coffee and red bull, seminars. Repeat. It was very rarely that he stopped and got sleep. He thought of sleep as death. If he were to sleep more than two hours he would be pulled to a path that lead to his death. He never thought that the path he was on was killing him slowly. His mind was eating itself, "WORK WORK WORK WORK" is what his mind was all of the time. He needed to make his father proud.
One day Tyler was writing a paper while half asleep. He really didn't want to sleep but he drifted off. His dreams were just the escape he needed. At least that's what he thought.

His eyes fluttered open and he rubbed them. He looked around the half lit room and pulled out his almost dead phone. The bright white numbers flashed at him, 2:15AM. He sighed and stood up stretching, hearing his back crack, he winced slouching slightly. He dragged his sleepy feet to his almost completely untouched bed. He sat down and sighed deeply.  He balled his fists and squeezed as hard as he could. The tips of his fingers turning white.
Nothing. He felt nothing. No matter he squeezed he felt nothing. He stood up and pressed his fist against the wall before punching the wall in several areas. His hand swollen and bleeding, He finally cried out in pain as he felt his heartbeat in his hand and wrist.  He slid down to his knees and sobbed. He felt pain. He flopped down and cradled his bloody hand, his lungs seemingly refusing to take in air. Tyler knew he had depression. But he didn't know how badly it was effecting him. He finally caught his breath and just looked up at his ceiling. His eyes watering once again he closed them and stood up, holding his hand to his chest, he walked over to his bed and laid down. He tucked his uninjured arm behind his head and blinked letting a few tears run down his cheeks.  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Things were going to change, but starting with more than two hours of sleep. He took deep breaths until he fell asleep.

He woke up gasping in pain. He felt a steady thump in his hand and wrist. He sat up and winced. Glancing at the wall clock he saw it was three in the afternoon. He missed his classes today. Shrugging, Tyler walked into his bathroom and drew hot water to get in the shower. He pushed down his shorts and carefully maneuvered his shirt off and around his arm. He looked at the dried blood and the black and purple bruising that had already formed. He sighed and stepped into the scalding hot water. Tyler flexed his hand a few times, his face twisting in pain. He gently ran his fingers over his knuckles watching the blood run off. He rubbed his eyes and just let the water run over his body. Taking in a deep breath he shut the water off. He grasped a towel and hugged it to his face, slowly drying it. He dried himself completely and got dressed. 

After rummaging through all of his drawers he found a first aid kit. He looked at his hand again and sighed looking at where he hit the wall. Luckily he didn't break the wall, but he was sure he broke something. So he pulled out an ace bandage and wrapped his hand and wrist and pulled his sleeve down.  Tyler walked into his office and sat down at the chair and pulled himself towards the desk. He decided to just sit back and look online for some games.  He was browsing and he stopped and clicked on a website called Steam. 
He signed up for an account and picked the most random name he could think of.
i_am_wildcat.
The first thing he saw pop up was Gary's Mod, so he downloaded it and joined a server.  He was thrown into a lobby with two other people. One named "Vanoss" and the other "Daithi" 
"HEEY" One of them yelled. Tyler put on a headset and turned on a mic. "Hello?" he said, it coming out as more of a question. 
"Hey dude, we're filming a Youtube video, you can stay if you'd like!" The one called Vanoss spoke. "Oh, Well if you don't mind, i'd really like to stay and play" Tyler said.  " Okay, Dope, I have some sketches, Hey d'you have Skype? You can join a call and i can show you what me and Daithi have!" He said excitedly. "Oh Uh, Yeah Hold on a sec.." Tyler said, he opened Skype and read 'Vanoss' his username. "OH! My names Evan, and Daithi is David... He's Irish" Vanoss, Or Evan said. The Skype tone rang and Tyler picked up to see a buff asian and a pale guy with thick glasses. "Mines Tyler" He chuckled, turning off his mic. "So this link i just sent in chat is one of my sketches!" Evan spoke excitedly. Tyler clicked on the google doc link and read through it. 

Tyler forgot about all of his problems while acting out the sketches. He forgot that about his hand, He forgot about his studies, he forgot. He was laughing, and smiling and just.. Happy. When David called it a night him and Evan played for a little while longer and then Evan called it a night. Tyler logged off and stood up walking back to his room. He sat on his bed and glanced at the stack of books on the bedside table. He looked up how to become a youtuber and started doing research. Playing video games made him happy. He could get a job at a store and drop out of college.. But he could do what made him happy. Tyler walked back into the office and signed up for a youtube channel. He started doing solo call of duty videos and then when Evan offered to let them record together he started doing that instead. 

It'd been about a year or so since that night Tyler decided to drop everything that was stressing him. He had to move into a smaller apartment but he was happy. He had a few hundred subscribers and he met a few more new friends. Tyler was happy with life. During the say he worked at a local butcher shop and then when he got off work he played his games with the boys. They boys and him all did trolling videos, Gmod, GTAV and the likes. He found himself waking up and smiling, he was happy to go to work, he was happy to come home, He was happy to read comments on his videos and interact with fans. He had never thought he'd be happy with the way his life had been going. He thought he would have to do the same thing over and over and just stay unhappy. But he broke the cycle of caffeine fueled nights, he stopped worrying about everything. 

Everything was perfect. 

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that took a while to write lol, guess who is sorta back? 
Meeeee 

How is everyone?