Dear little, insignificant you,

I know you like being around. I know I'm cool to be around. But listen. I don't want you around anymore. I'm tired of being afraid to be in my own home. I don't want to deal with any of it anymore. Why are you doing this to me? I've had enough!

You think you can come into MY home. Use MY things. Invade MY space. Well, guess what. It ends now. I've had enough, and I'm retaliating! So get ready, I'm coming for YOU. I'll be one step ahead of you everywhere you go. I'll be there and you won't even know it. You thought I was crazy? Oh, you just wait.

That's right-- I'm talking to you. You freaking box elder and stink bugs that are in my house! I'm tired of you trying to take over my life. Tired of feeling something crawling up my leg, my arm, on my neck, across my FACE. Yup. DONE.

You think you can just flit around here like you own the place. Landing on various surfaces, in my water glasses, and worst of all, on me.

It's winter. Aren't you supposed to be hibernating or something? Aren't you supposed to only show yourself when it's warm out?

None of you are welcome here. It's time for you to leave. I'm so heartless, I will squish you on the spot. I'm sick of it. I've had enough. You've never been around for this long before, so why now? What made you pick this winter to decide to annoy me for so much longer than normal? Why are you doing this to me?

Have I mentioned that I'm sick of you? You need to leave my house and get out of my life. NOW.

Thanks.

Sincerely,

the girl who's had enough