I’m Not Dumping You

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how much people love you. But only yesterday I read that “it’s been proven that 80% of people will believe any statistic they read online” (Abraham Lincoln).</p><p id="4319">Even my dog knows this relationship isn’t fair. And he’s so daft he regularly eats string. I shit you knot.</p><p id="9b11">This relationship is turning into a mess. It’s like going on a date with a girl that doesn’t swallow. There’s soup everywhere.</p><p id="319a">I do not want to end our relationship. It just feels like your heart isn’t in it anymore. The other day I was going to cut ties with all those that weigh me down. But my climbing partner said don’t do it.</p><p id="25c9">Don’t get me wrong. I like us being together. But before it goes too far I am making some changes.</p><p id="3243">Medium, I’m not coming home. I’m not dumping you. I’m just moving out. I don’t know for how long. I just need some space.</p><p id="730c">For now, my new home is <a href="https://medium.com/stream/network">here</a>.</p><div id="c178" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/bukowski-bingo-3c2c46ac1667"> <div> <div>

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I’m just moving out

I was never with you for your money. I was with you because you were different from all the others. You stuck out. Like a turd in a fruit bowl.

You used to encourage me to have my own interests. You know I like reading random stuff. Like stories about glue, that I can’t put down.

Only the other day I was moaning to a friend about how much you’ve changed. He said, “Cheer up, Lee — things could be worse. You could be stuck in an underground hole full of water.” I know he means well.

You claim you have evidence of how much people love you. But only yesterday I read that “it’s been proven that 80% of people will believe any statistic they read online” (Abraham Lincoln).

Even my dog knows this relationship isn’t fair. And he’s so daft he regularly eats string. I shit you knot.

This relationship is turning into a mess. It’s like going on a date with a girl that doesn’t swallow. There’s soup everywhere.

I do not want to end our relationship. It just feels like your heart isn’t in it anymore. The other day I was going to cut ties with all those that weigh me down. But my climbing partner said don’t do it.

Don’t get me wrong. I like us being together. But before it goes too far I am making some changes.

Medium, I’m not coming home. I’m not dumping you. I’m just moving out. I don’t know for how long. I just need some space.

For now, my new home is here.