Here I sit! I can do no other! Except possibly stand, or lie down...

I don't want to talk about it.

I don't want to talk about it so much that I don't want to talk about why I don't want to talk about it.

I don't want to talk about it so hard that whenever I think about it, which I don't because I don't want to think about it, I don't want to talk about it even more than I don't want to think about it.

I don't want to talk about it so greatly that it doesn't even exist, and I still don't want to talk about it.

I still don't want to talk about it so greatly that even though it is so wildly and fantastically contradictory that it would require several unfactual things to be factual before it was even remotely possible in the most alternate of alternate dimensions that you can think of, that's how much I still don't want to talk about it.

I still don't want to talk about it so much that even though I don't think about this thing that doesn't exist anyway and would only exist if several bizarrely unlikely contradictions were bizarrely resolved by several unfactual things suddenly becoming factual, I still don't want to talk about it more and more, that's how much I don't want to talk about it.

I don't want to talk about it so much that I don't know what I'm talking about when I say I don't want to talk about it.

SO WHY THE HELL ARE WE TALKING ABOUT IT!???????!???

I just don't want to talk about it.