I only posted a picture to get you to look at this.

I really need help. I’m considering taking karate classes or boxing just to release some pent up anger. I want to beat the shit out of someone. I’m scared it’s going to happen, and it seems like everyone is out to get me lately. I have dreams of beating people. Maybe I just need a therapist, again. Fuck. I have the SAT on Saturday. My phone was stolen yesterday. I have to clean my entire house today and tomorrow because my aunts are coming. This is not my week.

This spider is how I feel this week. I have an awful phobia. It began about a year ago. Whenever I see a spider, I panic and end up in tears. I feel like such a loser.

I took this picture over a year ago, before I was scared. Explain how a phobia develops, please.

77 keys to play your heart out on.

I can’t understand why no one else seems to like this picture but me.

Maybe because I remember what it felt like to be standing in front of that horse.

Maybe because I remember how scared it was.

Hello. Get off the floor. Make something of your life.

peach blossoms. They smelled nice.

How could a daisy look so sad and beautiful?

The same way people can, I guess.

googly-eyed.

beetle.

Heard the trees whisperin’.