Two days from 2 hour tattoo session and I'm again so pissed off at my life I could feel that pain for my whole body and not sound a peep
It's been ten years and I still don't matter but everyone steals my words pictures ideas identity face and all I get is from my troubles is nothing just ignored and "importance of experience" fairytales from psychiatrists when I try to explain
Life is crazy. I'm not comedy, I'm not funny, I just exist. So fuck you all.
I don't post love letters to the world or monetize my life, I hate being like this.
