Goodbye, potential.
Goodbye, hope for something better.
Goodbye, Monday Night Boy.
Thanks for making me laugh.
Thanks for making me late, and making me forget where I had to go.
Thanks for making me feel a little less of the weight I deal with every day.
Thanks for making me feel skinny and cute and putting your hands around my waist, as if you might pick me up and take me somewhere new and amusing.
Thanks for the hugs. I don't think I'll forget them easily.
Thanks for letting me dream for a night.
I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye.
I'm sorry for disappearing without a trace.
I'm sorry I'll never look back.
I'm sorry I can do those things so easily.
I'm sorry you're dangerous, and delicious, and I'm sorry I'm weak.
I'm sorry I'm trapped.
Hello, reality.
Hello, stale eternity.
Hello.
Hello.
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