So long, so long.

Dear Black Squier Stratocaster, it was good seeing you today, it's been quite some time. Forgive me for making you to sit in the corner of my room to collect layer upon layer of dust. Remember when we first met? It was December of 2004, I was 15 years old, it was a few days before Christmas. I wanted you so bad, a lot of my friends had others like you. They were so cool, playing all those songs consisting of 99% power chords, I couldn't wait to finally play Smells Like Teen Spirit on my OWN guitar!

You know how impatient I am, I didn't even wait until Christmas to open that Squier Strat pack with you and that tiny 15G practice amp. You even came with a strap and a tuner!

We spent every day of the Christmas break together, we finally mastered the whole American Idiot album (not the hard songs of course) by the time school came back. I couldn't wait to come home, search my favorite songs (they had to be easy though) on MXtabs and play until my hands hurt.

Remember when I carried you to my friend's house to "jam" but we just ended up doing nothing? Whatever, that was still fun, walking there with you on the special bag on my back, amp in my hand. We always passed girls on the way, and yes I'm sure they were thinking the same thing we thought: "Wow, he plays the guitar, he must be so cool!".

Hell, remember when we started going over that girl's house to teach her how to play? I pretended like I was an expert and she totally bought it, she even started coming over to my house! You were so awesome.

But then we started growing apart...

I stopped playing you every day, learning new, more difficult songs wasn't as fun anymore. I started buying you things, maybe that would help us become close again? In the short term, it did kind of work, remember how much fun we had with that distortion pedal?

But eventually, we started to grow apart again. Days of inactivity turned into months, years, you were forgotten.

I know you were jealous when I spent about three months pay on that new, young and sexy Epiphone Hummingbird acoustic. I don't blame you, She is beautiful looking. Perfect headstock, shiny fret markers, and that pick guard...to die for. Hell, she's not even from around here, I had to order her from Tennesse because they don't have the ebony ones up here. And of course, the sound that comes out of her is incredible.

Today is a very lazy, boring Sunday afternoon and I saw you there in the corner, lonely and unappreciated. I decided to dust you off and see if we could start over. I wiped all that dust off you, tuned you, and plugged you into that old amp via distortion pedal.

You sound terrible, the pedal doesn't even hide the fact that you were built as a cheap alternative for people just wanting to get into playing. I had to put you down, and pack everything back up again, I'd heard enough.

I'm sorry it couldn't work out, I guess this is goodbye. I will continue to see her because...well...she doesn't suck, I don't think she ever will.

Thanks for all the memories, I'd be more than willing to give you another chance to redeem yourself, but it won't be with me. Maybe some day someone else will see something in you, and buy you from me. But for now, you're going back to that familiar dusty corner of my room.

Goodbye.