Dear Writer's Block

Dear writer’s block,

It’s not you, it’s me. We’ve been together for so long now, you have become such a big part of me that I really can’t imagine my life without you being there. Every day you’re at my side when I sit down at my laptop emptying my mind of all idea and vocabulary; persuading me not to write this, not to write that, not to write anything at all. WB, you seem to have such a hold of me now that I haven’t even the right words to tell you that we need to break up. I know you really really want to stick around to make sure my word document doesn’t get all messed up with these words that seem to be so messy and out of place, but I need you out.

WB, the time has come to say goodbye. I can’t do “us” anymore. Your constant overbearing pressure has me on edge and it’s driving me insane. You trying to stop me write this letter to explain why you think I shouldn’t do it, isn’t helping me either. It doesn’t matter that my esteem introduced you to me, it’s time to say goodbye to you.

I need you out because I am so tired of you and your friends, laziness and procrastination who are here with you so often that I’d swear you’ve all moved in. Again, I need you out.

You need to return some very important items that belong to me. First, I need my potential back. I’ve noticed that little by little you’ve taken it, thinking I wouldn’t notice. I have.

I also need back the dreams that I, in my weakness, let you hold onto. Looking back I could never imagine why I’d even let you touch my dreams the way you did.

Most importantly, I need my life back. The fact that the three of you seem to have taken what little I have, and made some disastrous decisions on my behalf, tells me that you need to go immediately.

Please don’t say another word, just leave.