Welp, I confessed my tattoo today. Surprise wasn't the only emotion expressed. *sigh* I am on my own for college now, my mum won't have any of me at the moment or as she claims, "ever, again." and so I am confiding in my room under the circumstances at hand.
It is a sad and adrenaline rushed feeling when one realizes they are "independent." Then perhaps, this is all just according to plan;
So I am still fondly getting used to my new ink on my shoulder,
~I spent a guilt filled day with my mum, who was buying me tons and tons of college essentials; with my biggest secret at the moment hidden underneath my jacket. On the car ride home I almost blurted it out but she began talking about stretching ears, etc. and how if I ever tried (again) they would not support me financially in college. I am royally fucked.
on the bright side, I have no regrets in my acting out of love for John Lennon.
