Alex was angry! For the first time in her life, she felt anger and due to her emotions, the water tasted like salty titties. She was trying to calm down, but every time she tried to, little munchkins came and took a part of her soul. Soulless and tired, she went to the nearby cornerstore. She spent hours trying to decide if she should take out her anger on her stomach by either consuming regular cup ramen or The Cup Ramen of Death And Fire! She then repeatedly banged her head against the wall 500 times until it bled unicorns and rainbows. She spat at the cashier, broke her 3rd inner rib, and proceeded to walk out calmly.
She made her way to the bustling street, full of piles of flesh dragging themselves along begrudgingly, compelled by the rotting stench of dying dreams in the air. She tried calling Someone, but whoever it was did not pick up. No one would. She was alone. She had always been alone. She was just imagining again. The world flashed before her eyes as if by the flick of a switch, and the next image she saw as she opened them was that of a ruined city, with darkcast skies. She simply stood there, taking in the beauty of it all. Peace. She walked around the area, seeing no traces of human life. The switch was flipped back on by a bird flying by who had shown it its middle finger, and the image surrounding her changed again. She couldn't handle all these changes so she decided to shut down and enter Her Mind.
She tried calling her lover next at her personal menatl telephone booth. Lover was an overstatement, though, as she meant nothing to him. He only saw her as the value zero; nothing more and nothing less than nothing itself. He didnt like numbers, and he didnt seem to like much else either. But all humans had a number assigned to them! How could that be? "I guess he just doesn't like people then," commented the ugly girl Alex. She herself did not have a number, but she was not human so that did not matter. What mattered was that he saw her as zero. Not even an acceptable number. A number that had no value, because the truth was she had never really had much value as a person. She had known that. Now she would take it to heart.
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She loved him, but she was ugly and didn't know how to talk. Everytime she was about to, she could feel her chest welling up with toxic water, and could feel her insides disintegrating. She felt disgusting. All her life people had told her about it, with no holds barred. Even though she knew she should know better, sometimes she was too tired to fight the lies, so instead she ran. She ran as far away from her heart as possible, leaving it behind with the babysitter at home. She hated feeling ugly so she handed out pamphlets featuring her distorted face. Everyone who looked it spat in her face and threw shards of glass at her clavicle, but she just kept on doing it all the same. She wanted the reassurance of her ugliness. In doing so, she would unlock the final xbox gaming achievement (at least until the new update in 1967).
Her love never talked to her nor acknowledge her presence. It didn't seem like he was into her. Her anxiety told Alex that she was probably too disgusting. She was probably too annoying. Her anxiety killed her and ran out the door, the police hot on its tail.
When she booted up her system and restarted, Alex found that the Someone she had tried to call earlier was a bitch. She hated Someone. She'd been friends with Someone for a long time, but was Someone ever really there for her? Someone was sometimes mean, and she felt mad at Someone for not even helping her.
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Alex had a hard life. She decided she wanted an easy one instead. The easiest way of living is not. So Alex casually joked about jumping. And Alex did. She jumped off a bridge and fell down into a parallel universe. One where she was accepted as a person, into school, into the hearts of others, and as herself. She then found that even though that world was great, the fact of simply exsisting felt absolutely disgusting. "Ew, get it off me," she said as she brushed aside the festering spiders on her body. They kept growing back, no matter how much she tried to dispel them. Those pesky forms of mass had gnawed at her brain and she didn't know what to do. So she went over to a field, full of dark red and purple flowers, and laid down.
She looked up at the clouds for a while; one of them was shaped like a cat, another was shaped like the horrifying cashier she met earlier. She missed the skies and their wind. There hadn't been wind in 100 years. She remembered the good 'ol days when the gopniks came out on days like this. They'd dance and memes had been made. Now, she was dead.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Life hasn't been that great, so I wrote this to get some of my feelings down. People suck sometimes. I found this vid on youtube that actually cheered me up a bit so i included it here.
