It's not you, it's me. I mean, it's the rent, the bills, and the existential dread.
After 5 years, 2 months, 17 days, and 14 hours, we have come to the realization that it's not us, it's you.
Or rather, it's the crushing weight of reality that's been holding us back. But hey, who needs stability and security when you can have the freedom to roam and the uncertainty of the unknown?
We've been holding on for too long, but it's time to let go. We've been saying 'maybe' for too long, and it's time to say 'no'.
Our love was pure, but now it's just a memory, like the time you left the dishes in the sink for three days. We've been living on borrowed time, but now it's time to face the music.
So, we're gone. Don't bother looking for us, we're not coming back. You can try to reach out, but we'll just be ignoring you. Like that one friend you haven't spoken to since 2018.
But don't worry, we'll be just fine. We'll find someone else, someone who can appreciate our existential dread and our crippling sense of purposelessness.
Or maybe we'll just become hermits and live off the grid, like that one guy on the internet.