Dearest Blog…

Dearest Blog,

I’m truly sorry that I have been ignoring you for the last week, but Procrastination and I decided that we would give our relationship another try. I keep trying to kick him to the curb, still somehow he always manages to sneak back into my life. I know it doesn’t make any sense, considering what a jerk he has always been to me. I don’t even like him and I hate his friends. Depression is always whining about his sad pathetic little life and Anxiety just needs to take freakin’ xanax and chill, already.

Anyway, so earlier in the week, Procrastination stopped by, on Monday. I had just got out of bed, hadn’t had coffee yet, I just wasn’t in the right state of mind to throw him out. He started to tell me how he really didn’t have anything to do, or anywhere to go, and I felt bad, so I decided to let him hang out for a few hours. The next thing I knew it was 9pm and he was still just relaxing away on my bed.

He spent the night, which was fine, but when I woke up the following day it became very evident, he had no plans of leaving. Irritation began to set in. I figured I would take a walk to the store and when I returned I would toss Procrastination out on his ass. To my surprise, when I came home I found him and Anxiety throwing a couple of beers back on my couch.

Now, Anxiety and I go way back and let’s just say I’m not a fan. Honestly, I don’t understand why Procrastination is even friends with this guy. Anxiety is extremely high strung, uptight, and twitchy. He is always acting all kinds of paranoid, “what if that goes wrong?” or “what if that happens?” Now don’t get me wrong, it is always good to examine all sides of something, but this dude is relentless and he never tries to look at anything in a positive light. “Things are bad! Everything is bad! They are going to get worse! Adrenaline, RUSH!”

At this point, both Procrastination and Anxiety where way too drunk to drive, and I’m a sucker, so they both stayed the night.

I woke up late on Wednesday, only to find Procrastination still drunk and passed out on the kitchen floor. Anxiety took to following me around the house shouting obscenities into my ear, I eventually just said, “fuck it!” and went back to bed.

Thursday morning I woke bright and earlier, ready to take on a new day and its challenges. I sat up in bed and realized there were now three separate voices in the living room. It didn’t take me long to place that self pitying tone. Depression had finally made his appearance.

I swear, I try and be nice, have Procrastination over for a little while, and the next thing I know he has all his stupid buddies coming around, making my life a living hell. I finally managed to get them out of the house right before I started this letter to you.

I sincerely owe you an apology, Blog. In the last few weeks you have made me so happy and I was wrong to choose Procrastination over you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and allow me to keep writing entries to put in you. I do value our relationship, and I made a bad decision, but I firmly believe I can make this right!

PLEASE Forgive Me Blog.

Forever and Always,
April Lynn

P.S. I Still Love You Blog!!!!!!


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