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Dear Internet, It's over. I'd like to thank you for all the fun times we had together, our free-range, no-limits, late-night surfing sessions we had. Sometimes I thought it would go on forever. But I finally figured you out. You really don't care about me. All you want is entertainment, useless facts, and my unceasing attention. Sure, funny pictures and words are entertaining and provide a nice break in my work life. But not all the time. You've been using me, internet. God knows how many ad companies have paid out countless dollars to my habitual surfing. Believe it or not, I had thought you and I might one day form a team. Me, the ever inquisitive human, and you, the fun-loving answer-giving android that everyone wishes for. Imaging the things we could have accomplished! It started out so well; you and I first met through google, a friend we still often surf with. We tackled my undying questions often, but then the distractions started. First it started with a little game here, and a new website there. Then I began launching into full-scale distractions, like stumbleupon. All the time, nonstop; I couldn't stop clicking the "next" button. All I wanted to do all day was get back to you, the enigmatic source of fun and knowledge. But as time wore on, I stopped caring about the knowledge and became addicted to your way of life. And now I've spent countless hours staring at a screen, and chuckling only on the inside. I know now that you never wanted me to learn something new. You just wanted to impress me. Everyone, with all their own opinions were pressing their thoughts on me with their "top 10 most hated Office buttons" and "top 150 best flash games" and "top 30 Sci-Fi movies." But none of these things tell me how to think, learn, or enjoy those things. In fact, if anything, you've told me that life deserves shortcuts. But you're wrong. Life is about taking the hard way so you learn something. Life is about struggling through something, and enjoying it. There's nothing difficult about using you, internet. And when I'm all done, I feel dirty inside. The cheap laughs and thrills you give me are nothing compared the experiences I have with friends. And the thrill of completing homework has so often been overshadowed by my instant desire to reconnect with you. Well no more. I want my life back. I want my drive to work, I want my friends, and most of all, I want my focus back. I know already that you're not going to give me back my things. But I'm not giving up; I'm going to fight. I'll see you in court.... and in hell. Goodbye, bitch. signed, FutureMe