my teeth grind names into their ivory membranes

It's much more fun to look at the world artistically. Walking down the halls at school would be a lot more interesting if you imagine that everything is made of clay.

Sometimes I play this game where I take 200 steps to get to each class. Sometimes I get it perfectly, other times I have to take really big steps at the end.

I've been having really nice days lately. I think I let something go. Or maybe I learned something new. One way or another, it's as if the box I have around my eyes has been opened a little bit more, and I can see better. It's refreshing and exciting. I'm a generally nicer person. I changed shampoo brands. I'm wearing my glasses full time. I'm actually doing homework.

Here's a secret:
As fun as it is for me to play the tortured artist, it's really nice to be happy sometimes.