It just started getting sort of itchy a few minutes ago. I am so tempted to scratch but I know I will regret it. So I will now go upstairs, to bed, and hope that sleeping will help me forget about it. I can’t wait for it to scab and peel and finish being gross so I can go out and show it off!
Everyone is always so desperate to record, narrate, illustrate every feasible human feeling, action, and how they both connect to one another. Some, even most, might say that this is a waste of time. That writers put words on paper because that is the safer, easier route in comparison to actually living it - this life, these times of despair or joy or absolute chaos. But I disagree. Without someone to illustrate through writing, how else would we be able to understand so fully what these experiences are about? We flourish most thoroughly when we can connect one thing with another – a name with a photograph, a grasp with an attitude, or an explicit moment with words.
I’ll have a better photo when it’s healed, but:
I love it so much, my artist did exactly what I asked! (: So happy.
Please let my tattoo turn out well!
You know what, I am a lot of the time. But I’m also eighteen, and I am more than capable of making my own choices. People intervening and telling me what I will regret or shouldn’t do just makes me want to do it more. When I’m eighty or ninety, do you really think I will be thinking, “Wow, that tattoo I got as a teenager…what a mistake.” No. I will be able to look back at the time when I was young and be happy, because I lived my life the way I wanted to and not the way others tried to make me. As long as I am the only one affected by my decisions, there is no one who can have a say but me. Living inside the lines is never a good thing, especially when there is so much on the other side.
I am so anxious for it to happen, but I don’t think the actual concept has fully set in yet. I honestly don’t think it will until I am in cap and gown, walking across the football field and towards my seat.
I plan to make this summer one to remember, but I am oh so ready to move onto college. We got our housing/roommate assignments today and I have no doubts that good things are awaiting me in just a matter of a few months.
I am not as sentimental as I thought I would be. Moreso, I am ready to appreciate the good and bad times that I went through, because they got me to where I am today. But there is no way that I would go back, not even for a moment.
Ciao, high school! College, get ready!
I’m finally legal! 18 baby!
I’m graduating in two days! And getting my tattoo in five!
No regrets. His graduations will be splendid.