The one with the batty picture.
You know, I was thinking. Maybe it is a good thing that my mom found out about my tattoo now. At least she'll have a week to come to terms with it. And it's a week that I will not be home for. I just know that when I get there, she'll ask to see it and that's when the shit'll fly. I'm even more scared about my dad's reaction. But, whatever. They will get over it. Eventually. I just wish I could talk to my mom like normal. She really has helped me a lot this summer. I hate disappointing her.