I thought about how far I have come, and I do not remember who I used to be. I have a job that I love where I am the manager, I moved out of my parents house, and paid off my car. I never really thought I would even make it to be fifteen and here I am, it's crazy.Today I am super sad, I don't know what happened. It was a good day, and then it just hit me like a ton of bricks out of nowhere. I don't know what to do.I had a dream that I would regret my tattoo idea if I went along with it. I think my dream self was looking out for me, and while I will still get the tattoo, I won't get it as big as I originally wanted, nor will it be in the same spot. I still want the tattoo, but my body has space for cute and hopeful things, it does not all need to be scary.
tattoo, hopeful, blah,