You're a Time Suck

It's time.  It's way past time and as disconcerting as it is, I have to break off our relationship.  You're a time suck, and I am no longer finding any real enjoyment from our interactions, no real sense of accomplishment.  You're there morning, noon and night, yet I feel empty.

We broke up once before, but for some inexplicable reason I let you back in.

I love how I've justified my involvement with you, even the occasional money leaving my bank account in total support of our relationship.  You see, my friends and family, their relationships of folly seem down right silly, and completely inane to me.  After all, they're playing for candy, but me, no, I'm playing to form "words".  Climbing level after level in "Words of Wonder".  No multi-colored tiles for me!  Oh no, just forming words, brilliant 3 - 6 letter words in order to "clear the ink", "clear the tiles" or "drop 7 feathers", all before a bomb bursts, or the time runs out.

But alas, time has run out on us for good.  The dishwasher needs to be emptied, dinner needs to be made, words need to be written.  And I mean words that link together to form actual sentences and thoughts.

So with this, I'm going to my Facebook account and removing you from my profile.  For good this time!  Just you wait and see, really, I mean it this time, after one more round, you're a goner!