Sunday, November 16, 2008

Who is this person parading around in your body? I still catch myself expecting her to be you.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Same old argument.

Me: You make me feel like I don't matter to either of you.
Her: You act like we do it just to piss you off like we do it intentionally just to upset you. You make me feel like I can't do what I want to in my own house, like I'm doing it just to make you mad and you get upset with me like I'm doing it intentionally, just to piss you off. You act like I sit around and plan ways to make you upset, just to piss you off and then you get mad about it. You try doing something your whole life and then changing all of a sudden. Its hard and you act like I'm doing it just to piss you off, just to make you mad. I've been doing this my whole life. You dont know how it is to change something like that and you get mad like I'm doing it intentionally just to piss you off.
Me: Well I'm sorry I make you feel uncomfortable in your home, I'll leave as soon as I graduate. And I just recently changed everything about my life, I know what it is to break addictions. It isnt impossible, especially if what you are doing is killing you.
Her: Then you KNOW how hard it is Sarah and you act like I'm doing it just to piss you off. I've been doing it my whole life and you think I'm planning it out just to upset you. . .

I walked away while the cigerette still burned in the ashtray next to the blender.
I guess it can't be sunshine and cool breezes everyday. Sometimes, the clouds turn gray and the wind whips sheets of freezing rain across exposed skin.

Monday, November 03, 2008

White ink, one week old.

So the blue all went away and its still pink from healing, but this is how it looks so far. I'm happy with the effect it has, but I'm definately going to have it gone over again because I want it brighter than that. Hopefully, another layer of ink will do the trick.