my edit c:
It hurts feeling like I couldn’t tell you I bought this.
Free hand half sleeve trees done by Aaron Carey of Ink Daddys in Salem Oregon.
someone come give me head no srsly I’ve been thinking about it all day wah ;c
I’ve been thinking, and tonight I have realised something. I don’t want to redo anything, I don’t want to relive things and fix them. What’s the point? Everything will only end up going wrong again. Everything that could go wrong, has. The one thing that actually made me happy, made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, and made me realise that I am not good enough, and I probably never will be. I’ll never be enough for anyone, so what’s the point anymore? Why shouldn’t I just fucking kill myself now and put everyone out of the misery it is just to know me? I’m a burden on everyone’s shoulders, and no one should have to deal with that.
All I want is to be happy again.