I have decided that I'm too good for you. I don't like what you've become and I'm writing to tell you, "I hate you, and I hope you catch hepatitis." You've turned into an out of control monster who is getting in my way. Please do your best to distance yourself from me, I realize it may take time. I know that what you've become is my fault, I liked all the things we did together and I briefly thought the fun would never end. But now it is starting to turn bitter. I have done a little reading up on your personal life, all the other men and women you've been in bed with, and I don't like what you did to them. So I am making a change: and there is no place for you in my life.
Hugs and kisses,
Kevin.
Moral: slap debt in its face.
