a dirty town gets me down.

he can't seem to do anything properly. he spends time trying to figure out how to ask girls out and they don't really get the fact that you mean as more than friends by the time he's done. he tries to be a gentleman and just gets his heart trampled. there isn't much he's been able to do without so much as a hint.  he's been a little more than burnt out all day. everywhere he turns is another reminder of just how tired he is of the same happenings, of the world beating Jim down until he can only sleep. nothing else seems to work anymore.  he could write a novel about all the things he wants to get done over this weekend that he knows will most likely never happen. just because he knows how lazy he gets and how much homework he has to get done. he's already changing the format of his project to the easier one so that he can get it done without just falling asleep all over it.  he wants to just let loose and put his hair up, chop it off so that the world could see his tattoo, all pretty and healed. it's tempting to make the whole world see how much he's putting into life. fuck, he can't ever figure out if he's awake or not right then and there. <3 <3