rekt

by Alex Gonzalez

That messed me up pretty bad, and I spent a lot of my teen years writing Creepypastas about it online.

How could you dislike someone that cries for the same reason you do?

To Jason, anything was justified if the bit landed. You could get away with murder if, in his eyes, it crushed.

You’re born a Latino and you’re raised Roman Catholic, and you can never shake the quiet, oppressive reverence that’s expected in churches. Everything is about death and guilt. Sin and redemption. The highest calling is to be a martyr and then come back with a few new monikers. It’s pretty liberating if you think about it. You’re only you until somebody smokes you.

You can only be so broken before people get tired of pointing out the cracks.

“It’s like everybody has seen this play before and knows how it’s going to end, but I’m still going through costume changes to catch up. And every time I run backstage there’s a new costume I have to wear and a new set of lines I have to learn, and even though I don’t know the lines and don’t know what to say, everyone is acting like I’m saying the right things. And I’ve really thought long and hard about being crazy,” I continued, “I lay awake in bed, or under my bed, and I think I must be crazy, but nobody treats me like I’m crazy. They all act like I’m doing exactly as expected. And that makes me feel even crazier.”