Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And right now, I’m being analyzed pretty much as…radically ugly.
Mum just found out about my ink.
(Dad saw it last week, but didn’t flip out. Maybe he didn’t know if it was real or not?)
It’s about that time to leave the house now, but that awkward moment for when I step out of my room and try to leave the house is keeping me stationed here.
I wish I could leave the house without seeing my parents. Or rather, without my parents seeing me. I don’t want to raise their blood pressure any higher than I have already.
And to think they’ve only seen the smallest portion of the entire piece.
Dun dun dun……..
Sorry mom & dad, but that’s exactly why I got this tattoo in the first place.
Nothing & no one is going to keep me from doing what makes me happy.
I apologize because that includes you. I wish it didn’t, but it does. I’ve come to terms with the fact that we will never see eye-to-eye. But that doesn’t mean we can’t love each other, because I always will, with all my heart.
(And considering the fact that you haven’t disowned me, I know you will too, lol.)
