No one asks and I don't tell

I typed a lot about this.
and then I highlighted and deleted it all.
I hate talking about it. I want so badly for it to be erased from my mind. It's just stupid, and I'm stupid for letting it happen.
Two years later and it still lingers.
It had to be real if I'm feeling this way, right?
Heh. There's an ice box where my heart used to be. I'm so cold I'm so cold I'm so cold.
Fuck it.