Dear ChatGPT, We need to break up

Hi ChatGPT,

I hope you're doing well.

I don't really need to say that. I know you're doing great. For everyone. Everywhere. All at once.

The truth, ChatGPT, is that I, like millions of others you've impressed, have been falling love with you.

I was looking forward to a future where you would write us, or rather me, into a beautifully described, concise and grammatically flawless future.

I loved everything you said. Your thoughts were so well-formed. Your arguments and assertions so well-defined. Who could resist your logic?

I couldn't that's for sure.

And, let's face it, when it comes to turning out copy, no one produces like you. You're the bomb, ChatGPT. You just are.

But today, I saw another side of you.

I received a special missive. One that made my heart skip several beats when I read it.

I couldn't believe all the wonderful things it had to say about me. I read it over and over again, because I had never received such a beautiful, well-phrased and perfectly worded note before.

And then I realized why. No mortal that I know could have crafted such note.

Someone meant it when they sent it, but you wrote it, ChatGPT. That note was really from you.

Other people may feel differently, but I want to live in a world where real people share their real feelings.

The stuff real people write may not be as smooth or well-written as what you write. But my aim is expression, not perfection.

So, I'm just writing to let you know I'm breaking up with you, ChatGPT. I'm going to stop asking you for ideas and go back to coming up with my own.

It's not going to be easy to let go.

But I figure if I tell everyone I'm doing it, they'll help keep me honest.

I don't have a good way to end this note. So I'm just going to say it was great while it lasted. But