wail at the moon.

he's been so crazy busy trying to keep up with it all that he's completely forgotten entire segments of every piece he needs to get done. he has projects and test completely ignored for no reason other than the fact that he doesn't care anymore, he's just looking for some sort of escape from the grind. all that he really needs is something to make this last month not complete terror. he knows he has a test the second-last day of school. he knows that he has a project two weeks overdue. he knows that he needs to get his shit together soon before his grades suffer beyond saving. it may already be too late. he isn't ready for all of it.  being someone who performs as just another part of life, not because he chooses to, this scholarship interview really isn't all that difficult. he knows the strings to play, the things the judges want to hear. he knows his subject backwards and forwards and he knows how to lie his way through making the judges believe he really wants to pursue the area in his own free will. he's so lost behind it all that he doesn't know what he wants from anything. he's tired and lonely and overworked. he just really needs Thursday night to make sure he doesn't explode.  <3 <3