Hey You,

I love you. And that's weird. Like really weird.

You're an inanimate object that I bought in a store and make monthly payments on, but here I am telling you that I love you. I don't think I've ever felt more insane in my entire life. You're plastic, but every time you light up, ding or vibrate, I rush to you. I anticipate your alerts. This is seriously becoming an addiction and I want out. You're in my hand pretty much at all times and when I'm not touching you, I know exactly where you are. I sound like an obsessed maniac, but we're entirely co-dependent. Without me there is no you, and I am too entirely attached to you to ever live without you.

Which is why I think we should take a break. Maybe it doesn't have to be permanent. Maybe we can figure out how to have a healthy relationship, but for now, I think it's best if we see other people…or well…I'll see other people, and you'll just chill in my purse.

You're just so needy, OK? All you do is beg me to pay attention to you all day every day. You have everything I need already downloaded on you, so stop trying to get me to give you more. I have nothing more to give. Literally ,I'm running out of space on your memory card so this is a legitimate problem.

You never let me have my own life without involving you in it. I should be able to hang out with my friends without your constant beeping. Just let me have a life. I want to go to a concert without Snapchatting it. I want to take a hike without uploading a photo on Instagram. I want to go a day without texting just to see how it feels. I want to delete the million games I waste hours on. But I can't do any of this if you're still around.

I don't have the willpower. I know that's pathetic, but you're just so damn tempting. Our relationship is so unhealthy and toxic, yet I can't put you down. I stare at you all day, every day. I even read books on you. Books! Actual books that should be properly taken care of are haphazardly thrown onto your screen and I read their pages like it isn't an insult to the literary world.

I'm not me without you. Which is by far the most depressing thing I've ever said in my entire life. I'd pretend I didn't say it, but it's already written down and I haven't deleted it, so I guess it's staying. You've just become an attachment. It's like you were glued to my hand for so long that you eventually just molded into me and now I can't get rid of you. So with that embarrassing statement said, it's time to take a break. At least for the summer. I don't need you all the time anymore.

P.S. Sorry to do this through a letter, but I just assumed a text would be awkward.