I am lost.
I can’t come to you anymore and it means the one constant I’ve had my whole life is gone and I’m lost.
Whenever you’re ready, I’m waiting. Until then I guess I’ll try to find a constant within myself.
If you told me 5 years ago that I’d still be working 8am-7pm 7 days a week I would not be alive😅 Can’t wait until I’m tattooing 36hrs a week and living for the rest. I thought I’d be done grinding so hard by now.. But only 18months left😭😮💨
I hate not being able to come to you with everything, like I have for the past 23yrs. I cant sit idly by while you refuse to heal. I can’t be the adult who didn’t speak up for us to your’s. As much as you hate him, he’s healing and you’re looking a lot more like him.
Nvm I’m not even in the wrong here. I’m REALLY tired of people manipulating me into hating myself when I set boundaries. I’m gonna become a hermit. See you never.
Then again 6 years means you’re a person I don’t know anymore. Maybe we never would have stayed in each other’s lives regardless.
I don’t know you but somehow I miss you. I know I wouldn’t like a person who would do what you did but somehow I miss you.
Letting go is hard.
In phases of life like I’m in now, where I’m achieving long term goals and becoming who I’ve wanted to be, I miss you extra. You knew I’d be a tattooer before I did. I still have pictures of ‘tattoos’ i drew on you when we were kids. I wish you were around to cheer me on.
An ex roommate/best friend that I haven’t talked to in 5 years got a tattoo apprenticeship recently too. She followed my art Instagram the other day and then she posted a flash sheet that was made of designs she stole from me🤩
Nami had surgery yesterday. It was unbelievably expensive and we still have some trial and error to find the root cause of her issues. Her medication side effects are pretty extreme so we are up early this morning😴😮💨