I'm not nearly as afraid of spiders as I thought I was.
Though, I'm still convinced that they will probably kill me,
I no longer go into panic attack mode and stare blankly at a wall for
half an hour or so just because I, say,
find one of them crawling on my neck. Charming, I know.
I've also discovered that being fifteen and a hopeless romantic will
not only get you nowhere in life, but while
you're going nowhere you probably won't be very happy doing it.
And that also, seemingly the happiest people in the world are some of the
most selfish, because in some way that I cannot seem to comprehend,
making your own happiness a larger priority than other's,
actually makes some people happy.
I guess I'm forever destined to be the unhappy hopeless romantic
who will someday be killed by a spider bite.
