left a scar size extra large.

of all the things in the world he knows that there are only a select few that would ever make him any bit happier. the easiest of those being tea and incense, along with British television. those seem to calm him even in a huge frenzy of emotions and self-hatred and anxiety. there is so much he needs to get done before going back to school, yet he doesn't have the motivation to even get started on any of it. he hasn't bothered to touch his homework, essay, or project. he's started on scholarships, although he hasn't gotten around to doing much else. he hasn't even finished a single one of them.  he was hoping to be more productive than he has been, although with so much on his mind he doesn't even know when to start, as well as it being spring break so that he doesn't have time away from his mother to just focus on anything for more than 5 minutes without being interrupted and not having to sneak out or stay up till the crack of dawn without her finding out in order to get anything done. it's quite sad that he's quite often just snuck out at night to do homework in his past. granted, he'd do most of that homework after a few hits off a blunt, but it was to get the homework done that he'd sneak out. that was how he made it through highschool so far. last tear his grades suffered so much because he'd moved so that he couldn't sneak out anymore, that making it that much more difficult to get homework done, thus fucking up on everything. he wishes he could just have some time alone to get everything he needs done without all the deadlines and chaos of daily life. <3 <3