It’s over. I’m breaking up with you.
I’ve spent a lot of effort trying to manage you. I work three jobs and try to manage a social life – keeping up with you is exhausting…
We have a long history. In grade four, when my Dad asked me what I wanted for my birthday, do you know what I said?
That’s right – I felt, at nine years old, that I needed a more efficient way to organize my appointments.
All of a sudden I’m 26 and I’m not quite sure how I got here. I’ve been a slave to you too long and I’ve spent a lot of effort trying to figure you out.
I’m not sure if I’m where I’m supposed to be at 26 – and it doesn’t matter. I’m going to live my life and figure things out as I go along.
There’s no turning back, Time**. I’m moving on.
I will no longer be a slave to your demands. I’ve made up my mind.
I feel better already.
**Accidental Cher joke.