Dear Stress,
This is so informal, but I don't think it's working out between us. Before you, I was a happy-go-lucky girl, unafraid and unrestrained by a million and one things. I was content with the world around me and not worrying about anything. Enter you. Our relationship was flirtatious at first; you would surprise me in random corners of my life, taunting me shortly before disappearing. Yes, at first your appearance was sparing, then it was a habit. Every time I found myself to be under control, you decided to drop me a line, reminding me that you were still there like a little pest.
"Oh, you treat me badly" Oh, Stress, our relationship is really taking a toll on us. There's no passion, no spark, no chemistry. You show up at the worst times and you're only toxic for me. It seems like all I do is give and give, and you only take. It's a two way street, but you just won't give me a break.
"To the left, to the left; everything you own in the box to the left" Please, when you go, take your stuff with you. I can't bare the torment of all the things that you possess: worry, sadness, anger, anxiety, fear. You put more weight on my back than was needed and decided to sit your pretty ass down onto pile to watch instead of helping me. Pack your bags and kindly leave because you are the weakest link, goodbye.
"Get out, right now, it's the end of you and me" I don't need you around anymore. It's not even fair to say that it was fun while it lasted, because let's be honest: nothing about you and me was fun. It was tears and anger and me wanting to scream in frustration. You were more of a burden than a buddy, a pain in the butt than a partner.
"we are never ever ever getting back together" I don't want to be mean, but I can't stand you and what we have together isn't healthy. I think it's better if I let you go to bully, I mean, bless someone else with your presence. Your thrilling lifestyle is just too much for me; there's so much negativity that I need a permanent vacation away from this. I need to be happy and I can't be happy with you.
Stress, you weren't anyone I could see myself having a future with. Maybe there's someone out there for you, but I'm just not it. I only have one picture in my hands and it's not you; you're the weakest link; please sashay away; voted off the island; eliminated; goodbye; get gone.
I hope you can understand, but I don't want to try to be friends. It's not me, it's you.
With no love,
Brooke
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