I realize you can’t respond, but nevertheless, this needs to be said:

I was better before you.

I noticed today all the ways that I have changed.
Not the good kind of change with growth and joy on its heels, but the kind
of change that makes you strain to remember how you used to be.
I am not fully satisfied with what I see.

I almost don’t remember an existence without you.
On the cusp of adulthood I entered your web for the first time.
What we had at first was brilliant. A fresh new way to connect with others.
A way to unwind. To do, see, and be a part of things I otherwise wouldn’t have. What we had at first felt right. But I’ve learned that you actually can have too much of a good thing. And now I have shamefully realized that you are so much…