as movember continues he resents every moment that he can't really grow a mustache of his own. all around him guys have easily just decided to join but he can't really say the same. although it's technically also named no-shave november and he's already at almost 2 months with the legwarmers. it gives him a little bit of hope.
one month till he has to put his pride away and deal with the dress for winter formal. he isn't quite sure if he wants to go, after all, his mother's going. isn't the whole point to get away from parents and just chill the fuck out? shit is confusing. somehow he knew having his mother there would screw up his grad year at every chance she can get. he's dealing with her, only 8 months till he can at least start to get away from her.
less than 3 moths till he can legally be considered an adult. sadly his only plans to put that into use are tattoos and some things at little sisters. even with those plans he doesn't have anyone to make them seem all that much fun, or to hold his hand through the pain. although he's been on his own a lot so he should be getting used to it after all these years.
he doesn't want to close his eyes. when he goes o sleep more things seem to pile onto his plate. every day brings more challenges and new obsticles to overcome. it never seems to be over no matter how hard he tries to get everything done. he's afraid sleep will make his workload multiply somehow. there's nothing like being afraid to sleep to fuck up someone's mental health.
he misses the simple parts of life where he could manage everything, have time for a social life, and still keep some time to calm the fuck down on his own every once in a while. he wishes he could go back and tell himself in the past to enjoy every moment of it, not to waste a moment of that.
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