Open Letter to the Ghost of X-Mas Past
Dear Mr. Ghost:
I have set you free to roam the earth, scare people...what-the-fuck-ever. The point is you are free. Free to leave me the fuck alone and stay out of my head. I can't help you and I'm no longer interested in doing so. We aren't friends so let's not pretend to be anymore. Now Ghost (as I became ill tempered the formality leaves) get out of my dreams, and get into my car...and drive off a cliff. Buh bye now.
Love,
Me
P.S.
I'm not angry, I'm just over it so please stop trying to wedge your way back in. My sanity, emotional equilibrium, happiness...yeah all dat is my GOD GIVEN RIGHT.
There's always a dissonant stream of thoughts in my head. Welcome to the conversation.
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