The Creepy Truth About Creepypasta

Revolting

I see no point anymore. 

I remember. 

I see no point in doing anything. 

I know who you are. 

I see no point in fixing things. 

I remember. 

I see no point in making you believe. 

I don't know what to do. 

I see no point in talking. 

in breathing. 

in fighting. 

in trying to make you believe and listen. 

Because the fact of the matter is that you don't want to believe. 

you want a story. 

a tale that you yourself can be apart of. 

I am not home. 

I am not at school. 

I am not anywhere. 

Just here with the water. 

black and cool. 

All I have to do now is jump.

shouldn't be so hard right? 

I guess.. that this should probably be my final goodbye. 

I've said so many already. 

I can't stand to..

keep you all here. 

I do not care how interested in me you are, or how curious you may be or how many answers you still need. 

I do not expect you all to understand exactly what it is I am about to do, hell, you don't even understand the present situation with Quiet. I don't even think that Quiet understands themselves. 

But I cannot continue with this. 

You all got too involved. 

Cared too much. 

And then..it happened.. and many of you left. 

I thought the ones who'd stayed were the real ones. 

I can't say this for all of you, but many for sure I know only wanted one thing. 

No matter. 

I see no point anymore. 

I remember. 

I do. 

but I suppose it is not my fight anymore, seeing as you all are doing so well without me. 

I guess I'll re-upload everything.. hell, maybe it'll help you somehow. 

Think of it as a parting gift. 

Just remember the black deer with white eyes. 

Remember the blue. 

Find the clues. 

Find me before I find you. 

This is it then. My last lines to you. 

Goodbye.