"Is life Cbat?" I ask myself every day, every NIGHT before sleep. I take my cbater pills, I look in the mirror at myself in shame. I am DISGUSTED by myself. "Life is NOT Cbat" I tell myself, tears in my eyes, snot dripping out of my nose. I finally snap and take the razor to my neck. I do whatever a reasonable man would do, die. I am not cbatic, so I will not live. They found my body after 4 weeks; next to it is a note saying "Cbatic not man". They did not understand. They thought this was a fake suicide. That someone killed me and that they made it look like a suicide, BUT IT WAS A SUICIDE. Years they looked into it. They finally arrested a man by the name of "Tyler Life"