Why are you so irritatingly small? I stack yarn, I get all the way to the end of the shelf, there's [one and one] skeins left to fit on you, and your space making skills are suddenly [deficient in force, quality, or amount; inadequate].
I am ashamed sometimes, to call you my [companion; associate; comrade]. Why must you let me down in this way?
I guess I'm just [depressed or discouraged by the failure of one's hopes or expectations] in you.
With many regards, affectations, and enthusiasm,
~Jennie
