It’s not you, it’s me. I’m sorry to do this in a letter, but you don’t seem to listen to me anymore. All you do is talk, you never stop to see if I’m with you, you just keep going and expect me to be there. Well, I can’t do it anymore. I’m tired of beating my head against the wall. It’s over.
Please stop calling me, I’ve met someone new. It’s the funniest story, how we met. He coughed all over me in Math Camp, without once covering his mouth. Now we have something in common.
Best of luck to you. I hope I never see you again.