some kind of innocence.

leaving the town he's come to fall in love with yet again after a beautiful week, reality is setting in. the people he'll be returning to's faces make their way into his mind. he'll admit he doesn't quite want to see them. he's done with seeing his family at all. his school "friends" he'd much rather carry put conversations over internetular devices. there's only three people he'd like to bring to him and spend time with. each of them is hurting in ways he can relate to, each is someone he hasn't seen in months but loves more than the one's he sees every day. he wants to share the beauty with each of them, help them by helping himself. at the end of the day they could all comfort each other in their woes.  his flashbacks seem to revolve around the last time he made this trip home, the differences in the trips themselves, the ways he wishes this one was more like the last. he can't help but to feel that this time around, although more of the plays were better quality, he's just spent too much money and not done enough work.  one day left for him to get everything done, he's already so tired. he's been so good this year, not a single skipped class, completed his homework almost every day. it's just getting to be too much for him. he's so done with high school, yet it's grabbing him by the hair and dragging him over glass shards to test him, see if he'll end up living to see high school graduation. he's rediscovered his outlet for it all, but a few cigarettes that he tells almost no one about just aren't enough to get him through. he's already had his grades go to shit with trying his hardest. he's just done. <3 <3