Dear DA,

Y'know those 11,115 messages I had in my inbox?

I deleted them.

Baby, it's not you, it's me. I'm just not cut out for this level of commitment. I can't go through that many pictures, I can't. People will see the comments and think, wtf? What's that freak doing back in the archives from 2 years ago?

I know that I told you I'd love you forever when I signed up those five years ago. I was young and 13 and in love, can you blame me? I thought everyone could get a million pageviews. Hell, I still thought pageviews were like chocolate, the more you had, the better your life.  And now the years have gone on and we've drifted apart. You've gone from the gray and dreary site I fell in love with to a brighter gray site, which actually makes sense since you've had like, five face-lifts.

Aw, don't cry about the face-work. It's nothing to be ashamed of, baby. We all get old.

I don't know how to say this...I don't know how to end this.  No, not the relationship, baby, baby, don't make that face! Not the relationship. The journal I meant. I'm supposed to be up in another few hours, and I'm not clever enough to end this on a very funny note.

I'll just say this.

Baby, don't take me back. Come fall, my grades will cry if you do.

Also, I forgot, I have this to add as well.

HUP HOLLAND HUP. HOLLAND WORDT KAMPIOEN.

edit from Jan 12 2011: Holland lost. Also, just had another message cleanout. But on the brightside? Passed all my fall classes.