This SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY, I’d like you to have all your stuff moved OUT OUT OUT of MY MY MY APARTMENT APARTMENT APARTMENT, because I’m b-b-b-b-b-breaking up with YOU YOU YOU!!! I don’t know what to say, really. I feel b-b-b-b-bad about all this, but it’s like we’re just not c-c-c-c-c-c-communicating like we used to.
Let’s just be m-m-m-m-mature about this and try to remain friends. We should get coffee sometime, in case one of us needs some CLOSURE CLOSURE CLOSURE. I know no one PLANS PLANS PLANS for things to turn out this WAY WAY WAY.
Call me if you think this is a MISTAKE MISTAKE MISTAKE MISTAKE.