My mind

wants out.
It thinks it can do better inside someone else's head.
It says it's put up with my shit for long enough, and it's time we saw other organs.
I try to suggest a break. Or maybe therapy. But my brain says we tried that once, and it didn't go anywhere 'cos I wasn't committed, that I just kept rehashing the same old shit about my parents, dodging the real issues.
I try to calm down my mind, because I know it's our destiny to be together. I know that the hardships are irrelevant, they are only lessons to be learned. There is no material world.
It tells me to cut the crap and get a real job. Get some respect for myself, look at me.
Well, fine. We'll see how well it does out there without me.
Consider our relationship over. I'm asking it to leave tonight and please take its stuff, there's nothing left for it in here.

And take your goddamn ganglia with you, you lousy piece of gooey cabbage.