tomorrow i go in for tattoo number three. the last two months. two and a half have been hell. for the first time in my life i want this tattoo to represent that. as cool as it will look, it will be a reminder of just what i went through and who i have become.
i look back at who i was just two months ago. that was then, this is now. honestly i have never been more determined than now to do as the best i can. i have lost sight of that somehow. it is hard to pardon myself for that. this whole semester has been such a blur. i wish i could do it all over again from an academic standpoint. i have made it but just barely. and in some ways i haven't.
i exhale, and let all of my worries out. we can torture ourselves. we really can. you poor tortured soul. you're alright son. you'll be alright. Turn off your mind, relax
and float down stream
It is not dying
It is not dying
sometimes i don't know what the fuck i am going on about. but i just got to get things out. sometimes i am trying so hard to formulate an idea that just doesn't seem to come out quite like i want it to.
so please lets just try.
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