she's in my head.

there's this little thing in Canada called thanksgiving. we celebrate... fucking shit up for the first nations peoples by eating a shitload of turkey and mashed potatoes and stuff. cranberry sauce is a must, as is pumpkin pie. honestly, if you dissect the holiday, it's pointless. but it does give him an extra day off school to finish homework, get away, take a break, write the article he's been meaning to start on for the last week and a half. nothing particularly special.  he doesn't know what he's supposed to be feeling anymore. what he does feel is tired, tired and bored of life. everything is the same old piles of shit to do that he couldn't care less about. he begs for it to be over, to take the chance at life beyond school. this time he doesn't know what to believe: his head or his heart or his body. he's not exactly good at this whole single thing, but he doesn't want to be that jerk who fools around with a bunch of girls trying to make things okay again. he doesn't know if there's any feeling towards new girls at all or if it's just a way to keep himself seeming happy, seeming like "normal".  <3 <3