Goodbye Facebook, it’s not me, it’s you…

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Goodbye Facebook. It was fun whilst it lasted, it really was, but I'm writing to let you know that our relationship has come to an end. I’d like to say that it’s me not you, I really would, but I can’t - It’s you not me. You've changed, and I don’t like what you've become.

We used to have such a great time together. There used to be a time when we were inseparable. I used to tell you all about my day, I used to share with you how I was feeling, what I’d been up to, even little silly stuff and you’d do the same. You’d always listen intently, always being supportive, always being there for me. Remember that day when we saw some fox cubs in the garden playing in the snow? Or the day that you showed me that funny clip of a cat freaking out at its own reflection? I used to love and cherish our time together. I used to look forward to our little catch ups, to finding out what juicy gossip you’d overheard and what news you had to share with me. You always made me laugh, always made me smile, always knew how to pick me up after a bad day.

When we started seeing one another you were such a gentle soul. You always saw the best in people, you always saw the glass as half full rather than half empty. Now, I don’t know, it’s like that innocence has been lost. You seem to be so angry, so vocal about everything. Sure, I'm all for good and just causes but it feels like you’re constantly lecturing me, constantly telling me what I should be thinking, telling me what is right and wrong. Whereas before we would swap happy stories, or share photos of love ones now you just seem to share political slogans, and demand that I sign yet another bloody petition.

And you've become so needy of late. Always badgering me to get together. Always sending me messages, reminding me how long it’s been since we last saw one another. Give me some space will you. I'm allowed to do things on my own you know, we don’t always have to be together. And when we do get together it always seem to be about you, you, you these days. Hey, checkout these new clothes. Hey, why don’t we go see this movie? Hey, take a look at these cool smart LED bulbs, can we get some? Since when have you cared about smart bloody LED bulbs? And you've become really sneaky about getting me to do what you want these days. Dropping in little hints without me realising it. Leaving little reminders everywhere. I don’t like it. I used to think that this was an equal relationship. I used to think that we both had each other’s best interests at heart but now I'm not so sure.

You were good looking when we first met. Not sexy no, but classy, sophisticated. Now I look at you and I wonder if you still really care about your appearance. The latest fashions seem to pass you by. It’s like you've found a look and 10 years on you’re still sticking with it. I certainly don’t think that looks are everything but don’t you think it might be worth trying out a new one?

I look back at our time together with genuine happiness. We had some great times together. We laughed together, we cried together, damn it, we were great together. You used to know me so well. You used to know what made me tick, what would make my heart skip. Now, it feels like you don’t even know me any more. You’re wrapped up in your own little world, no longer caring what I want, just what you want from our increasingly one way relationship.

So I'm writing to finally say goodbye and I mean it this time. I'm not leaving you for someone else. I'm not leaving you for a younger, prettier version of you, no I'm leaving you because we've grown apart. We've grown apart because you've changed, and I'm afraid that I don’t like what you've become.

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