Bittersweet Ignorance

Summary: Tweek is done with Cartman's bullshits with his 'anxiety' and 'Buddha box.' He breaks up with Craig and does his own things without him. Inspired by South Park's episode of season 22, "Buddha Box."

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or anything else. South Park belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker and the song "Thank U, Next" belongs to Ariana Grande.

Warning: Out of character, Character bashing on Eric Cartman, and cuss words (Mostly F-bombs).

Chapter 1: Fuck the Buddha Box!
Tweek's point of view

I'm in my room, bawling my eyes out while stuffing my face in mocha and caramel ice creams. Ever since Cartman is supposedly diagnosed with "anxiety," he comes up with his invention called "Buddha Box." A Buddha Box! I can't believe he has the balls to admit he has anxiety and encourage everybody to get a Buddha box! I have anxiety in my life. Sure, I can't handle the amount of pressure on my shoulders and worry too much leading to a series of panic attacks! But I learn to cope with my anxiety with or without coffee, the things I do to calm me down, and my boyfriend, Craig! Ex-boyfriend to put it this way because I broke up with him after the therapy session! Cartman is just using it as an excuse to be on his phone and can't get his shits together; he decides to be a complete fucking asshole to everybody. It fucking pisses me off! Because of him, everybody seems to fall for this piece of crap to "relieve anxiety." Especially my parents and ex-boyfriend. What am I supposed to do now without him?! Why do I even associate with that fat weasel?! It's always about Cartman, Cartman, Cartman! That's it! I can't be in my room, moping around! I have a lot of things to do on my hands by myself!

No one's point of view
Tweek did everything he can to spend times for himself without anyone else. Especially his old flame. He invests himself in singing and playing the piano after school. He works out at the gym in the early mornings. He makes baked goods for Token, Kenny, Kyle, Butters, Stan, David, and Jimmy; his baking skills come to hands in school fundraiser with Jimmy, Wendy, David, and Heidi. Speaking of Heidi, Heidi is the one-person Tweek comes to for comfort. Luckily, Heidi is back to her old sweet self after she broke things off with Cartman. Heck, she's one of the people who didn't fall for the Buddha box because of him.

Tweek's point of view
It feels so good to do things for myself without any worries. Baking, singing, playing the piano, and working out makes me forget what I'm infuriated at. I mean I feel better mentally and physically from the exercises. I guess I don't need coffee to calm myself down. Okay fine, I sometimes drink coffee in a brief period of time. I find music as ways to immerse myself in a place outside of school, work, and relationship. Best of all, I even get to try out new recipes and help my friends out on school events. Especially Heidi who I now become friends with. Ha! Beat that, Buddha boxes! She saw me singing and playing the piano after school.
"I hear you're the one singing in the music room," Heidi pointed out, smiling at me, "You have an amazing voice. What the song's called?"
"'Thank You, Next' by Ariana Grande," I answered. Ariana Grande's "Thank You, Next" is one of the new songs on the radio I find enjoyable to listen. Being hooked by the melody, I hum this tune on the piano. The song hypnotizes me to practice it constantly to miss recess and lunch through after school until my shift to the coffee shop.
"Hey, I like that song," commented Heidi.
I thanked her for her compliment. I can tell that Heidi is getting better after she ended her relationship with Cartman. Good for her! Me and Heidi start hanging out at her house, discussing what we're doing with school, our interests, friends, and dreams. Until then we get to our love lives, I began to shut down. The mention of love winces me back rock bottom. My heart cracks a little at the one thing I am lost without Craig.
"Tweek? Hey, you seem to be despondent. Are you okay?" concerned Heidi where I find myself looking down at the ground. I can sense the dire force of sobbing to conceal my face with my hands.
"What's wrong, Tweekie? Don't cry."
"I just feel that Craig has changed so much lately! He barely even talks to me anymore!" I let my distress out to her, "It's all Cartman's fault! I hate him for his Buddha Box bullshits! Because of Cartman, I can't deal with everybody! Mainly Jackass Craig! I'm fucking done with everything! Fuck Cartman! Fuck Craig! Fuck everybody else! And fuck everything!"
"Don't be upset, Tweekie Bird," Heidi reassured me while holding me, "Remember what happened with me and Eric?"
I nodded at her as I listen to her confession, "When I broke up with him, I learn to never blame myself thanks to someone else's mistakes. Especially someone else's mistakes cost me to lose the people around me and this person who cared about me all this time. So, I decide to redeem myself such as redoing the Special Ed Science Fair, committing to help others, improving my grades, and exercising with my friends and family. I also devote myself to gardening and makeups to become a Youtuber. Despite mistrust among the people I caused them misery, there are some people forgive me."
"Though I am gratified by what you did and learn from Cartman, I still have doubts in my head," I trembled, quivering my lips, "I am unsure if I can go on coping without Craig." My heart screams out 'Yes!' for Craig. On the other hand, my mind objects to come back in Craig's arms! She rubs my back in small circles, using her fingers to wiping my tears away.
"Thanks, Tweek! You know Tweek, you are so much better than Cartman and Craig combined. Forget about them! Hell, Fuck the Buddha Box!" I look up at her, "I'm going to give you some advice. I hate to see my friend in tears and a broken heart over a guy ditching you for a box."
"Yeah, Fuck the Buddha Box!" I raised my voice to repeat the phrase into a chant, "Fuck the Buddha Box! Fuck the Buddha Box! Fuck the Buddha Box!"
"You go, Tweekie Bird! Don't lose the battle and war to them!" Heidi encouraged me. My eyes water up in tears. This time, they are tears of joy. Thank you, Heidi.
"Right now, I'm going to clean your face up because tears, red eyes, puffy cheeks, and quivering lips ruin your pretty face," Heidi takes me to her bathroom, washing my face with a damp towel, "Time to call for some help."