dear (blank),

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dear...

unemployment, 
we have to talk. during our six month relationship, there have been some red flags that, until now, i've ignored. i don't see us having a future together. please know that i'm not trying to be harsh. in some ways, you've been really great. you let me sleep till noon on many occasions. you didn't scold me when i wore my pajamas all day. even though i'll miss the close bond we shared, the end is near. it's better this way. it's not me, it's you.

apartment complex pool, 
for the first time in my entire life, i have a tan. i couldn't have done it without you. your hot plastic chairs and depth of three and a half feet are excellent amenities for a rookie sunbather such as myself. some people call you shallow, but i look deeper. you have a lot of amazing qualities. don't let anyone tell you different.

coffee shops with wifi,
you are so faithful and true. i can't count the wonderful mornings i spend with you. my addiction to coffee and surfing the world wide web are considered cool and hip when i'm with you. under your roof, nobody judges me when i order three grande americanos during one visit.

planet fitness,
thank you for providing me with reasonably cheap stress relief. there are not many activities/therapy sessions that cost a mere $10 a month. not only do you help me burn off steam, but you also provide a wide array of interesting characters to watch while i'm hitting the treadmill. my personal favorite, mr. short shorts, never fails to amuse. i have you to thank for him.

employment,
as much fun as i've had with unemployment, i think we both knew it was just a fling. it was fun and carefree, but i need some stability, you know? commitment. that's why i'm so glad you came along when you did. i think we're going to go far. i can't wait to start a life with you.

all my love,
lacey