I am tired of you. It seems that every time I try to send you pretty pictures from my phone, you completely freak out and kill yourself. You are buggy and undependable, and I am tired of your shenanigans. So I’m leaving you. Future posts will go to blogger.
I’m sorry, but you don’t deserve my love anymore.
Call me when you’ve grown up enough to handle me.
Slugs and fishes,