I hate you.  I mean, I don’t hate you-hate you.  But you’re just not the same as you once were.  Too many things are changing, and it’s making me question our whole relationship.  I mean, I fell in love with you because you were fun to be around.  You gave me just what I needed.  Now I’m drowning in details.  I don’t care about who is friends with whom.  Or what my friends “like”.  And I definitely don’t give a rat’s behind that my long lost elementary school friend is a “fan” of NKTOB.

It’s not me, it’s you.
Bridget