My Goodbye Letter

I know I promised myself that this day would never come... I suppose I was wrong.

Chapter 1

Why I am Leaving....

Hey, everyone.

It's been a while. I'm sure most of you didn't even bother to open this, seeing as I don't bother to look at what most of you publish I would not dare to expect the same. As you might have guessed from the title of this story, I am intending to depart from this website. All of the Group Stories that I was participating in have pretty much fizzled out (and those that did not, I am fully intending to continue my obligation. That will be the only thing I will be doing on this website, though.) so I find myself at a bit of a loss as to why I should stay. I have had several accounts over the years, my first one being BrainDead when I was a freshman in high school in 2009. Over the years I have watched the integrity and social structure of this place warp and grow into something completely unrecognizable... to put it blankly, I no longer feel comfortable or welcome here. I do not intend to waste my time and talents on people who do not appreciate it as others do.

I do not like to brag. Nor am I one to “go on” about myself, or my own personal life. This is, however, most likely the last thing I will ever post on this website (barring what I do for the Group Stories I have an obligation to), so I will not limit myself... I write for a living. Literally, the written word is the lifeblood of my soul, and I have been striving to perfect my skill for over a decade. So when everyone around me... the things I see, the things I do not see, and the overall social structure and set of obligations that we as Quibblo Users are expected to follow... I feel as if I am the only one who takes this as seriously as I do. Writing is a serious business in my eyes, I suppose, not to be undertaken lightly and without fully intending to follow through to the end. I suppose I am just tired of it all. Exhausted. I highly appreciate all of you, for who you present yourselves to be, for the things you have written and the doors you have opened for me. To write with someone is a very personal and lasting experience. It is a part of your soul... or perhaps that is just me. Do you understand? I feel as if I am alone in a sea of strangers, and indeed I am. Everyone I have cared for has slowly drifted shall I, I suppose. There is nothing holding me to stay.

A part of me does wish that I could stay. That I could jump in and somehow be accepted into this strange and foreign society I find myself immersed in. It is a false hope, though. I have no illusions about who I am, or of my own shortcomings. I am not the easiest person to deal with, and I know about 80% of the time it is ultimately more profitable to keep yourselves distanced from me. I would most likely do the same in your place.

Lastly I will say this: I have been thinking about this for a very long time. A very very long time. It has been a voice at the back of my mind since the beginning of the downward spiral that quibblo has been experiencing. It is a dying site. Perhaps it will survive... But I doubt I will be there to see it. Please hold no illusions in your mind of any false obligation to say the usual “please don't delete” speech. If you don't mean it, don't bother commenting. I dislike false kindness as much as I do pity. (again just a personal thing)

Life goes on; the sun rose yesterday, today, and will again tomorrow. Despite everything that could happen, including the things that happen as well as what doesn't happen, that will not change. And so it

If you are at all interested in my writing, I will be continuing my work on the following websites:
Penname: MisdemeanorMelodies

Personal Contact Information
[Just in case any of you are interested...]


Name: Mac Jasper Larson
[if you search my email on FB, you will also find my account.]

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