a cracked polystyrene man.

he can't find anything worth being motivated for in school anymore besides law. even English, his true love, he's barely awake during. it's getting to a point where tumblr, doctor who, and oddly taptap are taking over his entire life. he can't even seem to figure out when the switch happened. all he knows is that he hasn't managed to do much reading at all, his AP homework is weeks overdue, and the only writing he's done in months is a handful of quick, unedited poems and a few last-minute articles for the newspaper. he's falling away from the person he is inside in the search for a way to make it through this chapter of his life. if him from last year were to come into the future and see him as he is now, last year him would slap now him as hard as he could. last year him would tell now him to put down the iPod, pick up a book and read, tell him to open his sketchbook and do something, tell him to care about something beyond his tiny little bubble of self-pity because it's not getting him anywhere.  he can't wait to get his hair done for his birthday. he's been having a fight with his hair and his reflection in the mirror for a long time. it's ridiculous how much he's been basing his life, presentation, and emotion on the state of his hair, but it seems to have a deep effect on him that he can't get away from. he'll just keep compiling photos of the amazing hair he wishes he could have, although he knows his mother won't go for any of it, at least he can try.  <3 <3