AHEM. YEAH. GUESS WHAT I DID YESTERDAY AND NEVER GOT TO POST ABOUT.
hint:
This is not it LAWL.
I got this tattoo last January (it used to be yellow but FADED), and it's from Sailor Moon. Wait, wait, don't be laughing. Ya'll know how I have depression and anxiety and all that jazz, right? Well, I decided to get tattoos of things that help me out.
Battle wounds, one could say.
I used to think
What will happen when I get older?
What if I don't want these tattoos then?
What about what other people will think of me?
What if I don't fit in?
until I recently realized, that I don't give a shit.
Who said that I have to lead a traditional life? As I said to Ms. H last year, I was never normal growing up, so why start now?
Then I realized, that I should just live the way I want to.
When I'm old and grey, my grandchildren hoverboarding down the streets, I'm not going to look at my tattoos in disgust and think of how stupid I was for doing it.
I'm going to remember how much I struggled, and how much these things helped me.
I'm no longer following Sailor Moon, nor have I been for a few years now. But I still got the tattoo, after leaving the fandom for a year or more. I was out of the fandom, but knew how much it helped me when I was out of school.
These tattoos make me feel so free.
I'm me, and that's okay.
I may not be an Arashi fan forever, but I'll always remember how they helped me.
Call me crazy.
Everyone else has.
And I. Don't. Care. Anymore.