You are the part of me that is no good, and now I’ve come to the realization that I’ve got to let you go.
I went through the “dark times” with you, you gave me an excuse to talk to people. I noticed people liked complaining about things being too hard, or too easy, or too hot, or too cold. So I created you, the part of me that allowed me to engage in some (albeit brief) small talk with others. It was rather meaningless. It gave me a source to fill in the silence, to initiate conversation, but then abandoned me as I tried to continue.
Yeah, I want to keep you, too. You’re like an excuse for me. But it’s a crutch, really.
So this is goodbye. I’m sure you’ll come and visit me on one of my bad days, or when I’ve just had enough, but it’ll just be a visit.
Because you are the part of me that brings me down. I become better without you.
Then, to the self that makes me worse, that brings me down to some lower plane, that makes me think less and talk more, goodbye.