Dear Facebook

Facebook,

Girl I love you. I mean, we been together since '05. That's gotta count for something. I left Blackplanet for you, but I mean...damn, stop sweating me. Nobody likes desperation. I like that you growing and doing your own thing, but let me be me. Everytime I turn around you changing your makeup. It's like everytime I log on, you look different.

Why you always worried about who I'm friends with? You say it's just "friend finder" and that you're trying to be helpful, but on the real...you don't need to know everything I do. Now you wanna know where the hell I'm going. "Places?" What kinda tabs are you trying to keep on me.

When I opt out of your "Places" you still manage to just pop the fuck up. How is it that you're supposed to be in Facebookland yet you manage to pop up and find me when I'm on CNN and Yelp? You call yourself telling me what stories my friends read, but how do you even know that I'm on CNN in the first place?

Look, our time together is our time together and our time apart is our time apart. Why can't you be more like Google? That's my bottom chick right there. She aint changed in like ten years. I don't get a bunch of ads, suggestions or nothing. She let's me be me. When I need her, I know where to find her. Simple, plain-jane and always available.

I'm not saying we're over. I just need you to understand that I don't like these things that you're doing.