Monday, February 1, 2010

It's been a month.

- I don't know how much time you have left but the doctors say it's not much.

- Seventeen. No parents around, staying at a friends place, not enough time to work to make money, trying to stay in school, wanting to stick to my hobbies, coping with a friends death and your sick grandfather isn't the easiest thing... Yep yep... I'm keeping these feelings inside for as long as I can. I don't know how everyone expects me to get my shit together... They can't see my real struggle and I don't want them to.

- Where art thou?

- I want to get this tattoo before you go. I want you to see it.