Everyone, no, everything I’ve known and loved have finally reached a point where I cannot reach them anymore. My mother and brothers had their lives taken in an accident, my friends, gone, the one I’ve loved, the one who shared many similarities with me, the one who battled me in Pokemon Sapphire countless times, the one who pulled me out of depression countless times, is now in the hands of another man. I now live in a decent apartment, with a decent paying job, jogging every 8:00, replaying Megaman Zero 1-4 to escape from my harsh realities. Then finally it stopped for a brief second. I see my friends and my high-school crush at a table in an In and Out. I call their names, they all see me and respond with,”Who are you?” I tried to jog their memory, but failed. They don’t seem to acknowledge me as anyone anymore. With confused faces, they leave. I went home empty handed, those were indefinitely my friends. I confirmed their first and last names, and birth dates, but didn’t recognize me in the slightest, my name, every event, how we met. I couldn’t believe it, as I thought they could break my endless cycle of depression, they only spun it a bit faster.

Samuel, Victor, Cassy, Lucina, Henry, Julia… Alice and Ignacio. Thank you for being there for me, sharing your tastes in video games, teaching me new insults, bringing the group popsicles from time to time, teaching me how to draw manga style, being funny, being friendly sometimes… Thanks for the battle, and thanks for taking care of her.

Until then, I’ll be visiting my family in the nothingness