Hey, it's just me.
I don't know how to phrase this.. it's all so awkward. I remember when I fell in love with you. We were both so young and innocent. I remember our long passionate conversations and the intimate moments we shared laughing and crying. I remember when we finally banished all the clubs to their own shit pool! What a day that was, it felt like winning WW2 all over again!
But now times have changed. You stopped taking care of yourself like you used to. Our relationship became more ordinary every day. We've done it all. Age is showing its ugly signs on my calloused hands and your sagging tits. We barely even do it anymore. But you're not all to blame, it's a little bit my fault too. I could have banned and deleted more. I could have created less threads with more than 10 words.
But in the end, I think we're too different now to live together. You just don't fulfill my intellectual needs anymore.
That's why I'm leaving you. It's over. Pack your fucking bags, I want you out by the end of the day.
not actually leaving, shut the fuck up. Thanks.
