It hurts me to say this, but I am going to have to say goodbye to you, Stanley.
It's not you. It's me. Your studio's always were stinky, dirty, cluttered and noisy places. And ridiculously overpriced. Nothing has changed. But you were always there for me, and that's what mattered. The thing is though, I don't need you as a crutch anymore. I can take care of myself now, and because of that I've come to realize that what we have is not love. I just feel that we've come to take each other for granted. There's no excitement left between us. I think it's time for you to move on too. For instance, why not provide your guests with clean bedsheets when they move in. Maybe have at least one bog-roll, just to take your guests through the first night. And not ask us to carry our 30kg suitcase up to the eighth floor.
I'm sad. This will be our last week together and then I'll erase you from my phone. Never call me again.
