I've had a deviant art before, but I misspelled my username and I really was not okay with that. So I made a new one. And I misspelled "special" on purpose, guys. It was a nickname in middle school.

I got back from San Francisco today, my family went to celebrate my mom's birthday. I got a lot of good pictures, but I think only one of them is worthy to be called "art". It's a shot of a clock that's in the St. Francis Hotel lounge. I'll be putting it up as soon as I'm done typing this.

I already keep a journal, but that's just for my private thoughts and whatnot, and honestly...the thought of someone else reading my journal frightens me. I mean, that is the most intimate, deep, closed off part of myself. I suppose what I fear most is rejection because of it.

And trust me, rejection is one of my greatest phobias...

... that along with heights.