I fucking hate Boston Creme Pie. No one can comprehend my pure hatred and sheer agony I experience every time someone connects these 3 words together: “Boston Creme Pie”, fills me with abhorrence. What’s even worse is you just remove the Pie or the Boston and this satanic phrase is just isolated by “Creme”. I have spent 5 years learning English just to elucidate my pure hatred in this particular phrase. Every night I have to deal with dreadful and horrendous dreams that almost seem vivid despite being related to fictitious abominations that are from my past trauma and unrequited love. I tell all my friends, co-workers, and even family how much I despise Boston Creme Pie yet they always chuckle at my agony. When I was a young child, I always dreamed about traveling to Boston to spend the rest of my pathetic existence in the arms of my lover- which I have begun to realize as a much older human was a one-sided hyperfixation fueled by my infatuation in fictional men. Despite all these troubles, I have yet to overcome the torment of being misunderstood. If any other mortal being shares this exact detestation towards Boston Creme Pies and specifically Creme, please do not hesitate to contact me for we will build a civilization free from these appalling Boston Creme Pies that are unfortunately normalized in today’s society.