Dear Anxiety

Dear Anxiety,
Who else could I write to when you're kicking around? I mean really...it'd just be rude. Then again you're around every time I try and think of who to write to and whether the people I have yet to write to that I know will be mad because I'm writing to inanimate things before them. I hope not. I hope they see that writing to these things helps me deal with you.
I'm really sick of you and wish you could've stayed out of my life for the most part. I mean a little visit once in a while is okay, but to have you as an acquaintance that literally won't get off my mind it's kind of annoying. I could really do without you for a week or two...maybe even a month. Is that so hard to ask?
You've been giving me the craziest headaches lately and I've been trying my best to focus on school work to try and be done for tomorrow. But alas I won't be done by tomorrow thanks to all the chaos and disorder in my life right now. Go figure that would be the topic of the essay I have yet to write.
You suck.
Sincerely,
Yvette