I have lists that I make all the time. I never do half of them, I never do them in order, and I can't seem to motivate myslef to do them. So, why do I make them? I do not know. I just graduated and I don't know what to do with myself. Depression sets in, because I no longer have that routine of 2 and a half months of summers and 9 and a half months of slavery. I thought I'd be happy. No more stupid drama, and immature boys to chase and trip each other during lunch, or even the most hated teachers but, yet, I'm sitting here, my phone lost, writing thank you cards for those who sent money, and I'm sad. I turn 18 next week. Yippie, I still can't drink, but I can swim in the all the pornos and didlos or even cigs I want. I'll get a tattoo, which everyone, except for my aunts, will love and I'll cringe and try not to cry when the tattoo pen stabs my skin over and over to deposit color pigments and make a pretty picture on my ribs. I'm moving soon in hopes that I'll find myself and maybe just maybe succeed in life.
My head spills with "Things to do:" and I never do 'em....
Posted by anonymous at July 4, 2008 7:27 PMIf you're going to cringe and cry when getting a tattoo, don't bother. You ain't ready, babe.
Besides, they don't hurt all that much, unless you are total pussy.
Posted by: at July 13, 2008 6:02 AM