cut out my tongue so i can't talk to you.
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cut out my tongue so i can't talk to you.
infinite facepalm.
too tired of everything, can't deal.
this may also be related to 8 consecutive days sans the sauce : C
or also maybs that jerk. or also maybs the ridiculous weather. or also maybe the cold, bitter, broken lump that resides in my chest. really, it could be just about anything. have we forgotten i am a woman, thus de facto irrational, hysterical, etc, etc.
it still bothers me
after a month of nothing, i still can't stand to see your name written down. i wish you were dead. no, i wish you never existed. that there was no trace of you anywhere in the universe. then i could convince myself that this forgetting was a necessity. that remembering is insanity, because clearly you never existed.
i need to convince myself of this truth: remembering you is insanity. i must forget.
i will find a way. i am very resourceful, cunning even. you never knew that, but i am. i will forget you and it will be glorious.
i just wish i had figured out how to already...
wendy, i feel u.