It was fun while it lasted, but I don't think we're right for each other. You see, I don't think our goals align very well. You always want to do one thing... like, send me up to 461 mg/dl in the morning, and I always want to do another... like, live my life without constant worry. You absolutely ruined my day today and I really feel like you are bringing me down.
Things were OK at first, but I can honestly say that I am sick of you. When you "act out", it really gets me depressed. This morning was supposed to be a very productive one, but now I am so mad that you drove me up the wall (to 461 mg/dl) that I can't focus on anything but how much I hate you.
It was fun while it lasted... but, I'm really sorry, I'm breaking up with you. Don't call, text, talk to, or bolus me ever again.