i think something's wrong with me. my mind's a bit screwed up. and i'm getting creepy.

my maid threw my rose into the bin, i told her to get it back. and then i spent 2 hours just making a frame for it. now it's outside the house, being 'displayed'. it's a dead rose. totally dried up.

and i'm totally staring at the scissors and penknives i have on the floor right now.

i have no clue what i'm doing.