Letter to your annoyance

Dear annoyance,

   You think you're kewl? You think you're purrfecto? I am sorry I can't be amazing like you because I have other more important things to cater to. I don't need your "advice" or ways to let me down or suggestions or whatever it is that you call your ruthless running mouth. I don't need your criticisms or your shallow mind nose diving into my business. You may or may not intend to annoy me, but you, my lovely annoyer, have managed to be the cumulonimbus cloud to my perfectly sunny day. You can judge me xyz times and I may feel abc, but you know what you can't make me? Your own mind's manifestation. The world is not your handmade robots who tinkle when you say "tinkle". You are like the extension to my already long nails, or the piece of thread hanging on to my dress-unnecessary, insignificant, but annoying me like a pebble in my shoe, hoping to gain attention. Such a wannabe you are, aren't you ashamed of yourself? If I were you, I'd cocoon myself into a hammock and never come out, you know why? Coz everyone hates you. Keep your goddamn opinions to yourself and stop frying other people's brains because yours is already fried. You can eff off and live the life of an under appreciated tarantula and die the death of a kitten chewed and spat by a vulture(ouch). And even if that anticipated fate doesn't occur, you can blabber all you want, but you won't be heard. My ears are immune to your squacking and nothing can stop me from doing what I want to do the way I please to do it. Unless it will kill me, ofc.

   (And for my everloving supportive friends, I love you all and no, don't freak because that wasn't for you. You all are perfect the way you are and please don't get influenced by annoying good for nothing screechsnaps.)

Yours not-so-lovingly,
Annoyed but uninterrupted.