Perhaps if I’m simply fade away things will be better. Maybe if I simply slink off to a cave somewhere and lay down and slowly wait out the seasons. What if I just… Poofed away one day.

Then would they be happy?

Each breath I draw seems offending. Every word I utter ignored or shunned. Ideas rejected. Feeling dejected. Maybe if I simply just… Left.

Then would they like me?

Jokes cast aside. Philosophies laughed at. Progressions unnoticed. Help pushed aside. Perhaps if I merely… Disappeared.

Then would I be accepted?

I just… Don’t understand. We were inseparable before. But now… Now it’s like I’m nonexistent. I do care, yanno. And… Hm.

Something tells me this is futile. I just hope you know that I do still care and that I always will. But… For your sake…

I will discontinue my pathetic existence.