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Ok so yesterday someone(Yes Yes!This someone was a male) asked me for sudjestions for TATTOOS.

My opinion on the matter: I don’t like it.

Not because it hurts but because tattoo is nothing but a color painted wound. Yes, thats what a tattoo is….You pay somebody to WOUND you. Think about it Is stupid. We are not papper. Although I like rock stars with their arms tattooed all the way up and down, they made millions!They are never gonna need to find a DESCENT work. Thats right…DESCENT. If you are not a rock star a tattoo is pretty much out of line.

I don’t care about it though. I have my reasons I am not doing it…

First of all…Its permanent. I don’t like any kind of art after a sort period of time so that means I am gonna hate it afterwards.

Second of all…I wanted to tattoo angel wings on my back although if you really think about it…I wont be able to see it unless I am looking in a mirror…So whats the reason of doing something to yourself if you can’t see the art ON you?

And Last…It costs too much for something THAT cheap*. What I mean by cheap is…I haven’t seen manny tattoos that look well…like ART. You see a fairy in a girl’s waist or lower abdomen and I can’t help but think to myself…THAT could also be tattooed in a prostitute. You see a guy with a skull on his arm and you go like…He is a skunk. And I am not saying this for everyone. There are certain people who’s lifestyle allows tattoos. Like artists. That includes actors,singers and so on and so on…Also football players and athletes and such.

So yeah go ahead and do whatever you want with your skin or body. Open another 5 holes if you wish…You have the right to, I still have the right to think Its stupid.

And through it all…

Wish I could explain. I really can’t. How somebody can make you feel so extremely like you are nothing. Nothing.

Thats why I hate it when I open up to somebody. Cause when you do he doesn’t get it. That he is special for you. That you freaking tell him things you’d never dare to say to anyone else.

And he doesn’t get it.Nor he opens up.

How can I explain this when there is no way to put in words the feelings occurred?

I am so ashamed of myself cause he saw the real me.

The really screwed up side of me and you didn’t believe a thing.Or maybe you did and still I meant nothing.

You mean so much to me only because you seamed to understand me.with you I don’t have to pretend.

I wish I could find someone like you,someone who could understand me and be supportive and talk to me like you do.Someone who’d show he cares. Someone who cares.

You used to call me angel. I am not.

Now I realise that maybe I need you more than you’ll ever need me.

WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO FEEL THIS WAY FOR YOU DAMN IT?How did you get so close to me?