Please

That day...I felt like I knew what it was like to be truly unpopular, or at least, what it could be like. I wonder, are y'all sick of me? I know y'all always say I'm paranoid, and maybe y'all will be mad that I ask this, but I'm not stupid enough to think it impossible.

I know I'm not the easiest person to be friends with, but I don't mean to be; I am just like that. But I hope, when the day comes that y'all are sick of me, y'all will tell me, so that I have the option of running away.

Please?