|cheers to yours truly.
||[Mar. 9th, 2009|02:37 pm]
|[||while shakin a little to the left to
another shitty relationship that i dragged out for too long hoping he would change is over.
i can't afford to waste any more of my youth seeking the self gratifying and life delaying waste of time i call romance.
before i met him, i was moving forward artistically, and now i am at a stand still. i'm not blaming anyone but me, and no one but me can fix it.
I have lost so much time playing footsie, and trying to prove myself.
I shouldn't have to prove shit. I should be enough, and if I'm not, then fuck off.
I guess that's just the "feminatzi dyke" in me talking, but she seems to have my best interests at heart.
I am going to be a tattoo artist, and I'm going to be good. I'm drawing a couple things right now that I can't wait to share.
UNTIL THEN- here is a better picture of my tattoo:
AND I got my septum pierced, i will have to wait until my face looks good before i can show you that.