it's 11:15 pm, on June 21, 2010 - -.

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here's the thing.

hypothetically, you're in bed, and you were going to post something profound and sad and-- let's face it whining, but instead you read 'i'm thinkin' of something;' 'animal, vegetable or mineral?'. so now you've decided it's fucking retarded to mope about the fact that nobody you know gets that joke anymore because that's all on your plate.

the first of four leavings in your summer happened this weekend; the next, next weekend, the final, the weekend after that. by july 10th, you will be alone in the big city. you're excited. your nerves are wracked.

you only just realized the date.

you still want to tattoo 'only you can prevent emo' on the bottom of your foot; you still want to tattoo 'erasure, like cement, hardens in time' on the inside of your forearm. you want to dip all your fingers in ink, coat your skin with it, so thick it's all illegible. you want the skin flaking off your shoulders from the sunburn down in bonnaroo to be a permanent change; like a shapeshifter shedding the old skin, old identity, leaving pieces of it behind as you become something new.

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