Eternal Sunshine
You know, I just want to erase it. Big Brother, 1984 style. Make it so it never existed. Hell, erase everything. Wipe my memory of anything past last week.
Sometimes I think the problem with my memory is just my mind trying to kill itself.
Sometimes I think the problem with my memory is just my mind trying to kill itself.
posted by Tsukioka Yosho at
10:31 PM
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