Sometimes, just sometimes, I love

Sometimes I feel as though bliss makes me dull. Yes, I believe such is true, for I find when I'm in a miserable state I am truly in a creative mindset, although some may find it depressing more than anything. Not a part of me can deny the fact that today was an absolutely perfect day, save for this evening in which I'm dealing with an insufferable headache and I'm full from a small to normal amount of food, which is not a good sign. I believe that I will go to bed fairly soon.
This morning wakened like a new birth; something I do not feel often. I felt happy, full of life, ready to challenge the world. The humorous thing about this is that I find the idea of challenging an already corrupted world, ruined the day it was made or so, very cliché. I suppose it can be said that I was ready to be what I wanted and be happy that way. And it was raining. The very best thing about this morning was that fact, in all it's simpleness. There was no snow and no lukewarm sun today, no, but simply a chilly, rainy day. That, my friend, is something I relish.
School has remained the same as it's been for the past week. My best friend, in all his stubbornness refuses to talk to me. He likes to shoot me poisonous looks, else he completely ignores me all together. In my mind I cannot quite figure what he's so angry about. I miss his friendship but I've certainly found my way around that to be content. I will not waste time trying to make him change his mind when he will not. I know already that whenever there is mention of me around him a something terrible will be heard about me from his mouth. Yet another thing I cannot consider enough to feel harmed. Besides, I've many more friends that simply he, and perhaps one day he will realize he's wasted time being so damned angry at absolutely nothing.
Today I started track practice, which I find in someways challenging, but as my vocabulary is pathetically small at this moment, I can find no other word suited but blissful. I love being with my friends and I love running and doing all the exercises required. It's a considerably nice thing to experience, I think.
Besides these things which I've put above I've nothing else in my mind to express. Perhaps the glorious gray that tinted the windows? The wondrous feeling of letting everything out with our jog in the rain today? The feeling of the cold drops hitting my skin, skidding down my face, hiding my tears and showing my smile. And maybe that renowned voice of the rain, speaking softly in the form of drops hitting the glass outside my room. What can I say today? I am irrevocably happy, decidedly willing to take a chance at my hopes. I don't know who to thank for such a day as this, since I cannot say what I believe. I will, in turn, then, thank my friends, my family, and most of all, myself. Admitting the hilarity and clichéness of this idea, I thank myself because I chose to not listen to my feelings, and I chose to be happy. So thank you, Lilium, for being good.