Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

I’m trying, you have to believe me. I’m trying my hardest. It’s just, somehow, all my thoughts go running back to you. I tried to think of other things. Positive things. Things like flying pigs and sweetcakes and limousines and sunsets. You don’t know how frustrating it is when you come creeping into my mind over and over again I want to take a spoon and dig my brains out. I want an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I want a memory loss. I want to forget, honestly. I just want to forget about you, and my apparent inability to do that is absolutely killing me.

Read: If you’re thinking that this is about you, well, it’s not. Don’t be thick-skinned.

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