My tattoo plan has been scaled back because I currently have $4000 on loan to my brother since he's strapped for cash and the bank is rorting him. I never imagined that I'd see the day where my brother, a good 14 years older than me, would ever need my help for anything. Like, yeah maybe shifting furniture, various other heavy lifting, and so on. But money? That much money? Crazy.
But yes, about the tattoos. Seeing as Andreya's tatt was about $80, and the ones I'm getting are a tad more intricate, I'm just assuming that it's going to cost more. Possibly a lot more. So instead of getting all 7 symbols done at once (which off the top of my head might end up costing $500-700 or more) I'll just be getting the one to start with. It's the only word of the 4 that consists of a single symbol and it's the one I've wanted to get since the beginning.
I'm not looking forward to my parents' reaction. But really, it's permanent so what are they going to do about it? Nag me to death probably.
The other day I had my uncle go off on a tangent about how I need to get married and so on. Not only is my dad trying to feed this shit to me but now he asks his brother to join in. Like I'm going to ignore my dad and then listen to my uncle? And he's all like "if you can't talk to your father about it you can talk to me." What? If I don't want to get married and I'm not even seeking out my dad's help what makes him think I'm going to go to anyone else for it? Nonsense.
No one really gets it. I found a beautiful and smart girl that loved me and that I loved who was the anti-thesis of all the crap my dad has tried to feed me over the past 6 years. A girl too good to be true. Then I lost her.
I keep a straight face so no one sees the pain being felt,
my heart still reeling from the blow it's been dealt.
my heart still reeling from the blow it's been dealt.
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