Getting sick of you.

Yes, you. I'm getting sick of you.

You and your perfect flawless white skin with minimal, if at all, blemishes.

You and your popularity.

You and how some people just seem to can't get enough of you.

I don't like you.

I don't like you one bit.

You're hard to know, hard to get used to, hard to get acquainted with.

You. Sick of you.

You, MAC computer.