Thursday, August 27, 2015


Dear Anxiety,
  As we all know, I hate you. This morning when you made my son not want to go to school, it was the last straw. You took advantage of the social exhaustion from last night and my over sleeping this morning.
  In a Star Wars moment, it is safe to say that my father has it, I have it and my son has it too. It is a force but, not the right kind.
  Please see this letter as a declaration of war. I will not let you control my son anymore. I am on an all out fight against you. Except the fact that you WILL loose. If the fight lasts my life time and into my here after I will be victorious.
   You are done, WE are done. Please clear out your things, Peace is waiting to take your place.

Good Riddance,

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