Go away. Now. I do not want to cohabitate with you, since you are a bad bedmate (you make it hard to fall asleep) and you make a mess of my room (because I am late for things when I can't make simple decisions). You are mean to me and you make my stomach feel gross and you give me headaches. I am breaking up with you, and I'd like you to take your sidekicks Procrastination and Passivity along with you. And no, I don't want to be friends. You're ruining my life.
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