*Trying to decide whether I should get the mandala tattoo I’ve wanted for forever (in the ditch of my arm) when I get paid, or get detailed black/grey roses/poppies (on my forearm) when I get paid. Both are gonna happpen eventually but idk which to commit to first.
Both will be done by Josh Stephens at Hold it down cause he is Our Lord and Saviour.*
Hlp me decide plz n thnx
I have no real talents. So no, I can’t play guitar or video games. I don’t care what most people have to say. I’m scared of driving. I drink lemonade almost every day. It’s one of my many addictions. If I had to choose between nicotine or water, you’d be disappointed with my answer. My pinky toes are ugly. So are my knees. I find it increasingly difficult to be happy for other people. Instead the emotion I experience most is jealousy. Or inadequacy. I’m pretty sure I’m almost legally blind. Ironically I’m more observant and perceptive than most people would assume. I am often a hypocrite. I’m judgmental. I can’t help it and neither can you. I don’t know how to fake-laugh. And if I ever try, you can tell. This is because I’m bad at lying. I have embraced that part of myself. I drink way too much. I do it so I can talk to you without stuttering. My anxiety is debilitating. I am annoyed by people who are always happy and who want you to be too. This is because I see depression as a sign of intelligence. I’ve seen the videos of the slaughterhouses and I still eat it. And enjoy it. I am not intimidated by authority figures. I am intimidated by my peers. I’m hairy. I no longer care. I pick at abrasions on my body manically. Even though I know it’ll scar. I have many scars. My biggest weakness is how deeply in love I am capable of falling. I struggle with anger management. I shattered a glass door once by opening it. I’m not a very good daughter. But I’m trying. I’m not always a very good friend. But I’m trying. I’m not good at complimenting others. But I’m trying. And I’m a piece of shit.
not when ur me
Hi, I’m a writer. My hobbies include not writing.