Well, it’s like… I don’t wanna see your fucking face right now.  As much as me and that face used to be on good terms our cease of unification has, I dunno, been a bit of a shocker.  Oh, no, but thanks, shit is fine and dandy now, but still… I want to see nothing of your face!  I see it enough, as I really can’t just delete you off of the social networking sites that constantly remind me that you actually exist.  Just sucks that some o’ my shit is becoming one with you and I want your boxers out of my house.

I remember the happy times.  I’m sure you do too.  Aw!  Thems were precious.

Oh, yeah… then there are the unhappy times… the times that we’d fight, reason or not, simply because we were not content. And, well, you know, it’s like… you never told me the truth when it was important anyway.  With that being said, you should know the communication was just a wee bit… off!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to recollect and rediscover myself, cause you know, it’s like… I realize I should be giving no types of fucks about this right now.