I've been thinking about this for a very long time, and I've come to the conclusion that we should go our separate ways. I thought I loved you and it would last forever, but I was so very wrong.
You've totally lost perspective, and I'm sinking into depression! We can't pay our bills, and the phone is ringing off the hook with creditors calling from all over the world. Children across the state are losing healthcare, more than 766,300 Californians lost their jobs in the last year, and we're at the top of the foreclosure charts. You need to change, and you refuse to admit it. For the first time in our relationship, I'm embarrassed to say that we are together.
So that's it, California, it's over. You've cost me too much. I'm starting over, but I can see happy times ahead. Like we once had.
Please don't call my mother to try and find out where I live. You could be a great state again, but I can't wait for you to turn it all around. Good luck!
Hasta la vista,
Dear California, We Need to Talk
It disappoints me to no end that Candice Reed wrote the letter that I have already penned and was going to post when I finally escaped this communist paradise. And worse still she did a far better job then I could at writing her break up letter.
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