I love you very much. We've been inseparable for years and you've been by my side through a lot. But I think it's time we end this affair we've been having. You see, you take my breath away. No, really, quite literally. I avoid sports because of you. And, well, you see, I spend a LOT of my money on you...and you get me kicked out of places. You make me miss movies, parts of concerts, and even time with my other friends. You make me spazz out when we're not together...and sometimes you make me feel dirty when we are. You ruin my clothes, my car, and just about anything else you can get your hot little hands on. Sometimes I feel like I can't live without you, when really I can't live with you. Again, quite literally. And that's the problem. See, you kinda helped kill my dad (for the record, I really miss him) and now you're killing me. So why the hell are you still my friend?
Bittersweet Goodbyes,
Shannon
Bittersweet Goodbyes,
Shannon
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