Dear Stony Brook Students:
It takes two to make a relationship work, but it takes only one to end it. I’ve been patient, understanding and a little bit too compromising, but it’s over. My meltdown over the first few days of classes was not accidental. You had it coming.
You used me as though I was nothing more than a convenient tool to satisfy your needs. Whenever our activities caused jamming in my system, you would just shove your hands inside and rip out whatever got in your way, leaving no time for me to recover before starting again. Although this time, you ripped out my heart. No longer will I accept your rookies that don’t even know how to push my buttons, nor will I help your impersonal cohorts who use me through the Wi-Fi for a self-satisfying quickie.
It’s all just get in and finish quickly with you, forgetting the times when you used to take your time to make something beautiful with me. I miss those days. But I’m not asking to get that back. Like I said, it’s over. I found someone new, and I’ll be uninstalling soon. So goodbye, Seawolves. And whenever someone asks me what a Seawolf is, I’ll answer, “Someone who doesn’t deserve me.”
I’ll send for my things.
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