It's time for you and Writer's Block to part ways. Write a letter breaking up with Writer's Block, starting out with, "Dear Writer's Block, it's not you, it's me ... ."
Please limit your response to 750 words or fewer.
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Dear Writer's Block,
It's not you, it's not you, it's me… you know what? Never mind. It is you. You have some serious problems, dude. You need to get help; a doctor, a therapist, maybe someone to talk to? Until then, I'm afraid we'll have to part ways. You're ruining my writing, not to mention my social life, what's left of it anyways. I'm a writer, kinda, but I'm a person too, not some kind of super-human being that can bend to your every whim. I mean, you take up waaaaaaaaay too much time to be of any use to anyone. I have to sit for hours, waiting for something to happen, and nothing ever does. You're like some kind of STD or something. I can't get rid of you, no matter how much I try. You're annoying, and time-consuming, and until further notice, I'm afraid we'll have to part ways for now. I know this is probably really mean, ending our friendship in a letter, but you're just… ugh. I can't stand you. Seriously. I mean, why do you like me so much in the first place? You can't bother any of your other friends? You've been hanging around for what? A year now? I can't even stand to look at you. You don't pay the rent, or clean up after yourself, you leave the toilet seat up… I don't know what to do with you. I can't keep taking care of you like this. Until you can hold down a job, I'm afraid I'll have to kick you out. It's my name on the lease, y'know. I can do what I want. I left your belongings by the window… until I pushed them out. You're fairly smart, so I'm sure you'll find them.
Sincerely,
A very confused soul