It's not you, it's me

Hillary, we've had some great times. We've laughed. We've cried, and god damn it we thought you were a contender. Alas, it's now time that we must part ways. You see, the old me and you were a great match, but times have changed. I just think we should vote for other people. Now I know what you're going to say. We're great for each other. I'm the one. You'll never find someone who can fulfill your needs like I can, but the truth is Hill, I've met someone else. Someone, who makes me feel that I can achieve great things. Someone who gives me hope that tomorrow will be a better day. I'm sorry, but we cannot continue this charade for much longer. The truth is we've been over for a long time, but we just couldn't admit it. I know you think that there's still a chance for us, but there isn't. I'm sorry. I know you're hurt and you thought the love would last forever. It can't.

Love Always Except in November,

The American People

PS I'm sorry this note is so short. Please don't hate me, or perpetuate any behavior that will lead me to hate you. You know what I mean. We can still be friends, if you knock this cockamamee shit off.