PLEASE READ. Dearest Quibblonians, I owe all of you an apology. I might have to delete anytime soon.
I'm really sorry, guys. I know I've tried to delete before and it didn't really work, but I feel like I've been such an idiot recently and the only way to make up for it is to delete from Quibblo. I know there are many of you out there who hate me and who want me to delete, and here I would like to say that I forgive you, that I don't blame you for hating me, because it's what I deserve. Either way, I hope you all have a good and wonderful life, where you will succeed and shine.
It's my way to apologize to everyone.
I feel so horrible for doing this again after what happened last time, but this time I'm afraid to say that I'm serious. I know I've tried to delete before and it didn't really work, but I feel like I've been such an idiot recently and the only way to make up for it is to delete from Quibblo. I know there are many of you out there who hate me and who want me to delete, and here I would like to say that I forgive you, that I don't blame you for hating me, because it's what I deserve. Either way, I hope you all have a good and wonderful life, where you will succeed and shine.
I owe each and every one of you an apology. Why? I've been such an idiot and a jerk recently, to the point where I hate myself and I hate who I am. People have been telling me that I'm selfish and mean, and I think that it's true. I don't deserve to be friends with all you wonderful people, because I'm a lowlife and a selfish jerk. I'm really sorry if I've been mean or nasty to you in the past, because I know I have, and I hope you forgive me. If you choose not to, then I don't blame you, because what I have done is unforgivable. I'm really, really sorry. I don't deserve to take up a space in Quibblo at all.
They call me ugly because I dare to post my picture on here. They call me weak because I care for my little sister. They call me deceiving because I'm a little kind sometimes. They call me a devil because I have no religion. They call me a freak because I fantasize. They say that I have mental problems because I listen to muic a lot. They call me an emo because I write poems and stories. They call me a bÃtcá¸¥ because I don't want a boyfriend. They spread rumours about me being fake and plastic. They call me stupid because I still love my tenth-grade crush. They call me annoying because I send out story and quiz invites. They rate my stories one-star because they hate me. They tell me to go kill myself because I used to have really bad depression. I'm sorry, I can't do this. I give up.
Tired of people looking down on me,
Tired of people being judgmental
before they even get to know me.
Iâ€™m tired of having people I donâ€™t even know
come up to me and assume Iâ€™m not worth their time.
Tired of things where I have to try,
Tired of times when I can't help but fail
and people laugh at me anyway.
Iâ€™m tired of taking courage to try out new things
but when I fail, they act like it is unforgivable.
Tired of my friends closing me out,
Tired of them keeping the smallest of secrets
when I trust them with my life.
Iâ€™m tired of being excluded and left alone
because they donâ€™t want me to hear what they are saying.
Tired of being brave for once,
Tired of telling who I love my true feelings
and being rejected without a trace of sympathy.
Iâ€™m tired of being expected to cope with everything
while they donâ€™t see how fast Iâ€™m breaking inside.
Tired of having people look past me
and the fact that I have a heart just like them,
Tired of playing the part of the one with no emotion.
Iâ€™m tired of being the one everybody turns to
not when theyâ€™re happy, but when theyâ€™re angry and
they need somebody to take it all out on.
Tired of having to look in the mirror,
and not wanting to believe thatâ€™s who I really am.
Tired of waiting for a miracle to arrive.
Iâ€™m tired of waiting too long and too hard
for something that isnâ€™t even meant to be mine
while my dreams mislead me.
Tired of wanting to turn dreams into plans,
but with no idea of where to start
or where to go next.
â€¦I give up.