Creepo Stories

I am a maniac, I always have my day planned out, to the amount of bites in which I eat my breakfast, the exact time it takes to make a simple meal and the exact amount of time it takes to wait for the bus. I am always counting. Therapists say I have a problem. I don't need any convincing; I believe so too. But something strange is happening. I've started counting the amount of times Lindsay Murray laughs in my Math class. Her giggles are addicting and they ring through my head all the time, making me unable to count, making my schedule all messed up. What is happening to me? IS? THIS? LOVE? Dear god, I hope not, or else another lazy wattpad girl will attempt to write a story about me and my love life. P.S. this has taken me exactly two minutes and thirty two seconds to write, not counting milliseconds, including this post script. (A/N I will not continue this story If you actually like it then sorry but it was a joke and i don't actually want to finish, you may continue)

Kind of like branch and the abuse but, it's floyd and creek. this picture gave me the idea

I I'm always finding myself thinking about this when I think about nature or just describe how I feel about it out loud.

just me getting my thoughts and feelings out.

It's something my dad recommended a year ago and I had a account that wouldn't let me do it cause it wanted me to confirm my stupid email. So it's a matter of luck if I get this stupid app to work with me lol.

Someone asked for it.....I hop its not to bad.