let you do all the talking.

he has a reason to get through the rest of the school week, that is enough for him. he doesn't care that that reason could be fragile, that things may not be how he anticipates them to be, that his heart may not last. all he knows us that he needs to see that movie again, and soon. he's starting to realize that he has little stashes of things from exes: artwork, photos, stuffed animals, jewelry, letters. the sentimental value behind each is beginning to dawn on him, the fact that he can't seem to get his shit together enough to stop caring about them all at least a little bit. even the ones who he has no way of tracking down, no way of talking to, he remembers at least a little bit.  the way he sees everything right now is pretty harsh, he can't seem to see how everything's changed so much, but he's dealing, the same way everyone else will deal. he knows that sometime it will all be over. <3 <3