I AM SO CLOSE TO CRYING IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY. 

I WAS IN THE SHOWER ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO. 

I FELT SOMETHING ON MY CHEST, LIKE A HAIR OR SOMETHING. 

I PULLED IT OFF AND LOOKED AT IT.

IT WASN’T A FUCKING HAIR.

IT WAS A MOTHERFUCKING SPIDER. 

POSSIBLY THE SAME ONE FROM LAST NIGHT. 

I JUST HOPE TO GOD THAT IT WASN’T CRAWLING AROUND ON ME THE ENTIRE NIGHT.  I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF IT WAS DEAD WHEN I FOUND IT THIS MORNING. 

SOMEHOW HAVING A DEAD SPIDER STUCK TO MY CHEST IS WORSE THAN FINDING A LIVE ONE.

AND OF COURSE I FOUND THIS ONE IN THE MOTHERFUCKING SHOWER. 

SPIDERS ARE BECOMING MY NUMBER ONE FEAR.

Thank God my sister didn’t knock on the door to see what was the matter when I shrieked bloody murder over this thing. Actually it was probably more of a strangled cry of despair. 

Then again, what if it HAD been a real problem, like me dying or something. 

Nothing distracts my sister when she’s getting ready for school.