Dear JB,

For years I was able to resist Bieber Fever. Your shaggy hair, your obnoxious tunes, and your girly face gave me more reasons to mock you than to appreciate you. And then you went into your angst-y teenage years, when the only good thing about you was Selena Gomez. However, your crazy on and off again relationship seemed to just make you crazier. But that isn't the point of this letter.

Within the past year, you apologized for your crazy antics and released some really, really good music ("Sorry", "What Do You Mean", "Love Yourself"). There was even a video in which you declared your renewed faith and, I'll be honest, it sounded legit. When I watched it, I was expecting to be amused by some ridiculous theology, but it seemed genuine and (mostly) accurate. I was shocked. I was becoming a Belieber. But recently?

I understand that meeting so many excited fans could be emotionally draining... But to cancel ALL of your meets and greets and not provide any refunds?! That's terrible, Justin. And I honestly was starting to Belieb. In fact, I wrote a little ditty about the whole situation (no it doesn't rhyme. I write articles, not poems. Stop being so picky). Here it goes.

"What Do You Mean" you aren't doing any more meet and greets?

" Baby," it's too late to say you're "Sorry."

If this is any indication of the kind of "Boyfriend" you are

Then it's no wonder that your'e still looking for "Somebody to Love."

What happened to "Never Say Never?"

"Mark My Words" that your fans will be brokenhearted.

Boy, you got "No Sense."

"Where Are You Now?" I don't know but it certainly isn't with your fans.

Can't love your fans? Maybe you should "Love Yourself."

You almost had me convinced.

Sincerely,

"One Less Lonely Girl"