It was one of those things where no matter how great something is, when you are utterly exhausted, and. I was sick, too, it just was too much… I tried to go to an after party, but it was absolutely miserable, and I walked right back out and went home and ordered a pizza.
**Edited and added, since now I can say it without crying.*
My Dad committed suicide on January 13, 2013. He suffered from depression for 10 years, and I was lucky to have him around as long as I did. In his honor I got the last thing he wrote to me on my bicep in his handwriting in blue ink, his favorite color. I’ll miss him forever, and now I’ll have a reminder that he loves me every time I look in the mirror.
I just saw this in the tattoo tag but arrrghehfdhsuih I just wanna hug you, this is such a special tattoo.
Oh my god.
This is a very serious text post with no hidden meaning.