I can't keep living like this, every day putting on this same charade. It's unbearable. Every day that I go on, I have to live with myself, and furthermore with the rest of the world, the world that makes no sense as long as The Emoji Movie exists... Every day I wake up and ponder the complexities and mysteries of that movie. I think about Gene and how he could've solved the problem within the first ten minutes of the movie and that really the plot of the movie is undermined by that simple solution, these thoughts keep me awake at night. As I lay in bed and try to sleep at night, unable to discover the beauty of slumber due to Gene's failure to grow as a character, I ponder if life is even worth continuing now that I know that the entirety of the characters presented in the Emoji movie live in a dystopian universe in which autism is promoted and normal mental stability is shunned upon. As I sit here, typing this, I reach for something, anything to bring relief and ease my pain; although, unfortunately all I find is an emoji themed notebook, a "Poop" emoji plush, my collection of official Emoji Movie collectible figurines, and my emoji themed writing utensils. I take a deep breath in. I sigh, the weight of this unbearable existence weighing me down. It feels like I can't breathe. I stand up, I walk towards the kitchen. I grab my emoji themed glass, I bend down, open the cupboard under the sink, this is where I keep my cleaning supplies. I shuffle around, searching for the right bottle. Windex, Simple Green, several loose sponges, a couple bottles of half empty dish soap. Finally I find it, the bleach. I pour a cup into my emoji cup, I gaze at the faces of the emojis that coat the cup. Smile, Joy, Crying, Poop, Devil; I begin to cry. My tears falling into the cup. I take one more deep breath in, and sigh. The weight on my chest even heavier now. "Goodbye mom and dad", I say aloud, I gaze over to their picture on my fridge. I appear to be hallucinating, as instead of my mother and father I see Mel and Mary Meh, Gene's parents in the emoji movie. I scream in terror. I drop my cup, I fall to the floor, curling into fetal position. I rock back and fourth. I begin reciting the Emoji Movie script. I can't handle being alive. I cry through the entirety of my recitation of the script. At the end, I grab the bottle of Clorox, I beg for the end to be swift, I can't bare to think of Gene anymore. I take a long and full gulp of the bitter Clorox Bleach, I await the end in writhing pain. I close my eyes, I open them again, a figure walks towards me. I close my eyes, I open them again, the figure is closer now. I close my eyes, I open them again, the figure stands over me now. I close my eyes, and I open them for the last time. Gene stands over my body, he shakes his head disappointingly, he bends down and whispers: "it's not easy being 'meh'". Everything fades away, fading towards black. I see no light of heaven, I see no flames of hell. Just black.