Why would a fictional character even come to life, and care to visit here? I'll explain why.

You see, I'm not just a average school person, making his daily rounds in the gym, or talking to some girls, or even giving the slightest bit of enthusiasm, I'm just one of those people, who get teased, hit, and even stuff thrown at. To be honest, I'm used to it, but every day I sit, and think what I will even do with my life, something just thrives in my head, that is trying to say something to me, but it never speaks. What is my life even meant for?

My name is Alex, I'm a average school person at my age of 18, finishing his last rounds of school, and trying to make it through life.

I have a family, I have a caring dad, and a loving mother, as well as my brother, who is like, 2 years older than me. I tried doing activities with them, I always garden with my mother on Wednesdays, I help my father at work on Fridays, and that sounds like something you'd call good, right? No.

What does gardening even do to help me, does it even stop the screams in my head that just want to burst? or does this world want me to make myself useful, and just help the world without a favor back?

Then I discovered a show, that really made me a bit ticklish in my thoughts, My Little Pony, sounds stupid, huh? This show did nothing but change my mood slightly around more better than usual, I got better grades, I boosted up a bit more, and everything was smooth and simple. People always teased me, calling me a 'Neckbeard' or whatever they call it, a 'Scrub'? They even proceed to make fun of me for being apart of a community called 'Bronies', when I consider this community to be some people who can at least lighten me up.

Then shit hit the fan on the day of August 24th.

Something I'd never regret stepping upon, something I wish I knew earlier.