Dear You,

Look, asshole. I’m not exactly sure why you’ve decided to make your presence known around these parts again, but I would just like to make one thing very clear. You, under no circumstances, are absolutely and unequivocally not welcome here. You are nothing but vile, wretched, and deceitful and I have no use or room for such nonsense. I hate the way you have so easily crept back in to my life and I hate even more how easily you linger, long after I have acknowledged your most unwelcome company.

The thing is, it always seems as though you afford no effort in worming your way back… So why is it so difficult to get rid of you? You are a virus for which there is no cure. Try as I might, all efforts to inoculate myself against your existence have clearly been futile. I am always left puzzled at how you manage to keep coming back. One would think at some point that I’d have learned how to recognize the symptoms of your return. It never fails to amaze me at how adept you are at lurking in the shadows, never truly making yourself known until I am falling apart at the seams and furiously trying to knit myself whole again.

I suppose that the lesson here is knowing how to handle myself when you’ve (once again) successfully infiltrated my life. I’m here to tell you though that I will not tolerate your occupancy and I am actively doing everything I can to rid myself of your poison. I hate you and I hate everything you are capable of. And from this moment forward, I will no longer let you feed off of everything that I have worked so hard to cultivate. This time I will not give you the power to ruin any aspect of my life. You will never ever be worthy of any more of my time.

In short, you can go fuck yourself.

Kisses!

– Julie