silence.

every time he goes to go make things work out, make the workload disappear, shit happens. days where he would rather just finish homework, study for the tests that will be happening in the coming week. maybe watch a bit of Sherlock if he has the time to do so. then things happen and he gets dragged out to see his mother's friends for the night, like he doesn't have much to do in his own life.  his heart is telling him to tell her, to get it over with, and to hope for all the best. his mind tells him to put it off for a time when things have no chance of getting too awkward when being forced to be close. his common sense tells him to just forget about it for the greater good of the world. everyone says to follow you heart, so he tries to find an excuse to just tell her. so far he's just been far too much of a pussy to do much of anything about it.  another Saturday wasted, none of the things he needs to get done actually got finished, not that he really minds. it's all a game at this point. he only needs to graduate to get stuff started, not that he's going to completely give up on everything just because of that. he will try, although without killing himself in the process. that's the difference less pressure on him makes.  <3 <3