Say yes

I'm in love, with the world, through the eyes of a girl, who's still around the morning after. It's always been, wait and see, a happy day and then you pay to feel like shit the morning after. Now I feel changed around and instead of falling down, I'm standing up the morning after.

The highlight of my day was last period where I was staring at the neck of the guy in front of me. The real excitement was when he finally casually stretch-scratched at the white zit on his neck hair line I had been staring at instead of remembering chemical compounds. Tomorrow morning at seven thirty, I'm going to be seventeen. No big deal.

I've developed an obsession:

Edit:

I lied within the first line of my saturday post. It's possible that I'm falling apart and am using cleaning and running as an excuse.