Dear Netflix,
I have mixed feelings about our
relationship. One minute you are filling my down time with entertainment, and
the next you are trying to compromise my health and schoolwork. When I am given
the option between you and homework, you always end up using your sneaky,
manipulative ways to make sure that you are my first choice. You also manage to
eat away at my sleep, which is a very important thing to me. My relationship
with sleep has always been a strong one, until your jealous butt got in the way.
You demand my attention and before I know it an hour has come and gone.
Maybe I want to do my homework and
get to bed at a reasonable time. You don’t know me. All you know is that I
occasionally enjoy watching seasons of shows that are not on TV anymore. You
use that one fact and try to control my life. You need to get a grip on reality
and realize that you are not as big and bad as people make you out to be. Sure,
everyone watches you all the time and you are kind of popular, but that is no
reason to be so cocky. And just so you know, people talk about you all the time
behind your bad and blame you for insomnia. How does that make you feel?
I’ll probably see you sooner than I’d like to admit,
Sam