Dear MySpace:

I want to break up.

It’s not you. It’s me (okay, it is you a little
bit). I’ve grown, and changed, and you’re still a teenybopper. You’re annoying.
I’m over it.

Plus, I hate that we’ve got this relationship that’s
basically unattended, since – let’s face it – I haven’t spoken to you in
AGES.

I’m ready to call it quits. Stop throwing your pop-ups in my face.
No, adding apps won’t make me change my mind. I don’t care if you’ve updated
your privacy settings. It’s OVER. Just cancel my frakin’ account
already!

Love/hate,
Michelle