I hate you. If I never speak to you again, it will be too soon.

Erase all means of personal contact with me from your memory.

If you have deleted your journal, I have deleted that journal from my friends list. Don't misconstrue this as a personal affront. It's only my inadequate attempt at being straightforward and impersonal about organizing the clutter of my friends list. Everything seems to indicate that it's pruning season.

Admission comes at a reasonable and entirely feasible price:
Tell me why.