
I know that once you learn something like what you learned from me fifteen days ago, you can’t unlearn it.
Are you sorry you learned it? Or sorry you’re not sorry? Or not sorry that you’re not sorry?
It’s been fifteen days.
Maybe I don’t like what I’m learning about you.
it feels like everything i learn only hurts me. i choose to close my eyes and ears. i don’t want to learn, anymore.