the lump in ur throat.

it's over.

it's really over.

it's august 30th, 11:06 p.m. and my uniform is clean and my alarm is set.

it's increasingly difficult to grasp the fact that this summer actually happened.

that it came and went, with more impacts than i could have ever imagined.

i know i can pretend it didn't.

but then i wouldn't understand why i am the way i am.

tomorrow is the first day of the last days.

and today is the last day of the weird days.

but it's not the last of the weird days.

i'm trying very hard to understand what exactly happened this summer.

but, there's really nothing much to understand.

there's always that summer once in a while that makes a difference.

that really changes something.

it doesn't matter what.

whether it's the summer that your cat died, the summer you lost your virginity, the summer you tried weed, the summer your parents got divorced, the summer you traveled alone, the summer you broke your arm, or the summer that was really fucked up.

it doesn't matter if it was amazing or not, because you know that you'll remember it.

and let me fucking tell you, i will remember this summer for a good long while.

i'll remember you.

the people; my friends.

i remember a lot.

and there's a lot i'm forgetting.

but all i can say is no more analyzing.

no more of this "what does it mean?" bullshit when it comes to summer '09.

some doors should be closed at their rightful moments.

and right now, i think it's time for the end of summer '09.

cheers to late nights, late mornings, strangers, cloudy skies, all-nighters, sleepovers, parties, drugs, music, and friendship.

strap yourselves in.

just because summer's over, doesn't mean the madness is, too.