Dear Week of Hell,
I would like to inform you that your presence is not needed or wanted by me or anyone else for that matter. You are unnecessary and simply a nuisance.
I don't care about the storms you bring with you -- they can go away, too. We do not need the ACTs or the MMEs, we do not need the extra stress placed upon us.
I have an essay to write, and I cannot even formulate a thesis due to my fear of you. Leave me be, and I will not let you down.
I would much rather I come to you, than you come to me. I will have to endure you at some point, but I would much rather it not be now.
With no love for you,
S.P.
Sunday, March 7
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yes, sick of MME(s) all freaken ready
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