| 10:07a |
Long time, no post. Yeeah. Good thing, kinda. Well, since Lena beat me to our whole Blood Sister's thing, I won't go into great detail on it. I will say that it was the only time I've ever used a knife, and my god, it felt good. But maybe that's because I hadn't done it in forever. Good thing she has strong willpower, because I wanted to take that knife and do it ten other times, just to get that feeling back.
In the meantime of me not posting, I've had a boyfriend. And In this time, I might have posted something about me carving a heart in my hand with a staple..yeah, well he has one too. That little fucker. He told me that he also cut on his ankle once. I haven't seen it and I doubt I ever will because we have broken up. My idea. My doing. And I'm not sad about it. But before that, everything was so fucking hectic, I began carving FUCK in my thigh...and I got the F and the U. I was going to give him the whole word, then I was going to break up with him, but as you can tell, I only got to the second letter and I was through with him.
Oh..story time. So I have this star drawn on my wrist, where I want my tattoo, and my parents were talking about it yesterday in the car on our way to church. And my dad was like, "Do you not know how to use soap?" and I was like, "YES I KNOW HOW TO USE SOAP THANK YOU VERY MUCH." and my mom said, "It's fine until she starts carving it in her." s;lkdf WHAT. THANKS MOM. So I was like, "I won't." She decided she would bring up a conversation about it in the car! God, was I embarrassed, even though it was just my sister, who's 12, and my dad. She was like, "Well, you've done it before. In your hand, on your ankles..." I was super pissed and ready to jump out of the car by then, and I said, "Mom. I won't. okay?" Fucking sweet how understanding my parents are. NOT.
Yeah, sorry about my rant. I hope everyone is doing okay, and I'm always here if anyone wants to talk. =] ♥ |