This post is long overdue. No, it’s not a matter of “better late than never”, but because it’s been difficult to get myself to type everything out.
The past few years have served me some of the most challenging moments in my life. I’ve reached the deepest lows, been in the darkest corners, and felt the loneliest even among a crowd filled with familiar faces. It’s just been tough, for so many reasons, for so many years.
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December 20, 2017 will remain to be one of the most memorable days of my life as it’s the day I got my first tattoo. Why I only got myself to typing out this story is beyond me. But after finding out that some close friends still don’t know about it, I guess it’s worth sharing.
You see, I have always wanted to get a tattoo. Something about being inked fascinated me, and the idea of owning one’s body in that sense just appealed to me. Overthinking it? For sure. But, given that having a tattoo means permanently adding another layer to your physical self, for me, is a big deal. Or, probably, was? Anyway.
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