The MySpace goodbye.

"I don't know, I might come back some day, it all depends on the weather."

"Hurricanes?"

"No, more like drought"

"AHHHH... so you're a bitch?"

"Fuck you"
[both laugh]

"So, you're really doing it?"

"yeah man, why else do I need to be here? People have my number"

"But, how will that casual conversation happen without the bufffer?"

"Like olden times my boy! They drop me a message in the mail.
EEEE- Mail "

"You're an idiot"

"Dude, seriously, I am spending too much time on the internet.
It's affecting my school"

"Why the fuck are we even talking about fucking myspace? And you say it like I care or something..... No bitch, I didn't mean it like that"
[both laugh]

"Just do what you think is right."

"Yeah, I know it'll be okay. I just hate that there has to be an ending. There has to be a finish before I can progress in ONE thing. Usually I quit things for more than one reason.
Remember when I quit smoking crack?"

"Yeah."
[both laugh]

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[I was never good at goodbyes. I was never good at hello either, but for some reason people believed me when I said I was a winner. So I hope they believe me when I say I'll be okay.] Goodbye, don't worry about me. I'll be okay.