It sucks when you don't want to think about something so badly, that the concentration makes you think about nothing but.
It especially sucks when it's something not just like the idea of your achilles tendon being severed, or the fact that you can't find that 20 dollar bill; but something momentous. Something that screws with your most sensitive, precious heart strings. Something that makes your happiness take such a massive nosedive. A deepest cut that still, months later, makes you want to throw up and poop your pants.
Rawr. K, bye.
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