This was beta-ed by The Almighty Authoress
I do not own Invader Zim, or dib.
Dib smiled. Clicking open Word and started to type. He knew exactly what he wanted to say.
"Dear World,"
He began, starting his goodbye the customary way.
"You've gone too far.
You've pushed me off the edge, or farter."
Dib frowned, fixing his mistake and continuing on. Not long ago, he would have laughed at a mistake like that.
"Or farther.
What I thought was a safe, solid path too quickly became a thin wire, guided by your goading. Your claims as to my sanity, or rather, lack of it."
Dib took a deep breath before continuing, he had to finish quickly if he wanted to leave this world of idiots before anyone could stop him, not that anyone would. "I've fallen now, Happy?
I'll laugh at your screams,
as you perish at Zim's whims.
I'm too fucking tired to keep fighting.
I'm too fucking angry at you all to try.
I've. Given. Up.
Good luck fending off the invasion, Agent Mothman (Dib)"
Dib ran his hand over his hair, re-reading the composition before saving it and heading down stairs to get a knife from the kitchen.