Reply. It's what they want.

Reply. They just want you to do it.

Update. They want you to.

Update. It's your job.

Post. It's what they need.

Post. Your job as the author is to post.

Be more active.

Hate. Just mute them.

Hate. Don't you dare drag others into this.

Hate. They'll just try to go after them and cause more drama.

Run.

You can't keep running. You're going to have to reply soon.

'Reply.'

'Please reply.'

'Try to update more!'

'I'd really like it if you could maybe update more!'

'Please be more active.'

'When are you posting again?'

'How long until the next update?'

You need to.

Keep straining your eyes for these people, see what happens.

It'll make them happy.

You want that.

Don't tell me you don't. You worked hard for this position.

You wanted people to care.

But that's the thing, isn't it? They only care when you update

When you post

When you reply

They won't care otherwise, won't they?

That's sad.

You can't even tell them your real name.

Give up. Stop replying. Stop messaging. Stop updating. Stop posting. Stop everything.

Listen to me.

That's exactly what I'll do. I'm sorry, it just feels like a job now. It's like if I don't reply or if I stop updating then something bad happens.

I don't want to roleplay anymore.

I don't want to respond anymore.

I don't want to update anymore.

I don't want to talk to anyone anymore.

Don't even try talking me out of this.

Don't make me feel bad.

I'm sick of everything. I'm tired of constantly being reminded to reply or to update.

God, I'm so sorry.

But.. I can't do it anymore.

Give up.

I don't like it anymore.

Die alone.

It's too much pressure to even pretend to like messaging someone.

You deserve to d i e  a l o n e, die alone.

It's like someone is holding me under water and wondering why I stopped breathing.

This is why you're weak.

That someone would just so happen to be everyone I've met on social media- heck, even you. Yeah, you. The person reading this.

Why aren't you enough?

I'm never enough.

See, that's the problem.

Why can't I be enough?

Everyone else is.

Why aren't I enough?

Isn't this enough?

Why do you care so much?

Why are you still here?

Why are you reading this?

Why... Why bother talking to me?

Just reply.

No, no, no, I told myself I wouldn-

Fucking reply!

Stop screaming at me, I don't like it-

You're weak. No one wants to be weak.

Please stop-

Why are you like this?

Why am I like this? Why can't I reply anymore? Why can't I update? Why can't I respond? Why can't I smile? Why can't I do anything right? Why can't I be happy?

I'm not happy.

Happy.

H A P P Y.

Smile.

S M I L E .

They won't notice

Give up

Don't make them cry

Hang yourself. :D

If I had a rope, then maybe.

Just... Smile.

Why can't you smile?! You're not broken! Only broken people can't smile!

But... I am broken. You just haven't seen it yet :)

So......

Don't talk me out of suicide anymore. I just want to die. :)

This account will no longer be active for the next few months.

All because some little girl gave up.

Try finding me on Hamil-Sin, I'll try to be active there.

Otherwise... Don't get mad when you realize I've read something you sent and never reply. I don't want to.

I give up.