#squeans

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.