Author: Anonymous

Dear sister, I hate that you’re always taking stuff from my room. If I tell you that I’m gonna straight my hair in the morning you cant just come and take the straighener from my room the night before without me knowing. Just fyi, each time you do this I will go get it back in the morning while you’re sleeping more viontly each time. I might not even close the door on my way out, if this continues.
Best regards / your sister

i fucking hate school its so bad!! everytime i walk in the school i want to kill everyone. everyone are bif time npcs while im the big man ting. my classmate called homer said i cant play fotball so now i want to kill him. and my teacher said shut up to me so now im going to go to the office.

It can’t be obvi, I’m way too fly to let you out me.

But I do care.

It’s hard to sleep.

There must be something really dodgy going on with you. You haven’t bothered phoning me on your support workers work phone for quite a few days now. Usually you phone me and ask me if I want to have my tea at yours. It’s making me suspicious and I feel like you’re abandoning me. You or your support workers haven’t even bothered explaining to me, so what’s the reason for you suddenly abandoning me? It’s not right to leave me wondering. In fact, if you don’t tell me, I’ll just move on to a lad who actually cares about me and wants to spend time with me. You need to earn my respect again. I don’t go into relationships lightly. You’d better get with the program. Otherwise I’ll just move on to someone else. Yes it would be a shame, but you only get back from me, what you dish out. I’m not even sure what’s going on with you. I at least deserve to be told. That’s if you ever want me to come to your flat anymore. How can I know if you don’t tell me? I’m even more shocked that your main support worker hasn’t even mentioned why. He’s usually dragging me along with you. I just don’t understand. It does make sense.

The first one I recieved as a gift but despite all the assembly videos and outside help from friend, we could not get it working properly. I actually felt cursed, my first tattoo machine and I can’t even get it up and running properly, could it be a bad omen?

Yesterday Prime was having some massive discounts on merchandise and even though they don’t carry the models the pros often promote , I found a highly reviewed tattoo pen , an updated and simplified assembly of what I previously had in my possession. One of the first commenter to share their review and pictures was a professional that boasted having one of the Cheyenne models in their possession and said they found the handling of this significantly cheaper Taiwan model to be comparable. I got the okay to place the order and was delighted for it to arrive the same day.
I was so excited to test it out just to see if it worked I didn’t even worry about making a stencil or prepping the fake skin properly, and when that beautiful motor turned on immediately and smoothly I was absolutely thrilled. I laid down some small freehand drawings, absolutely the most hideous sketches I’ve made in years but the joy of having having a working machine was such a beautiful feeling. The thick black lines came out smooth and straight, the words were legible and near. It was the first sample of that dream I’ve had since I was a teenager actually being accessible.

Sure my dad decided he didn’t want me in his life anymore because of it, but you know what it doesn’t really bother me anymore. I mean he left me when I was a kid anyway, what right does he really have to tell me the career I chose to pursue, the art I wanted to wear on my body is the great disappointment that he can’t abide by. It sounds like an excuse for a reason to step out again to me , and it’s a rotten choice but it’s his to make. Just like this one was mine.

I still have a ways to go to polish up my abilities to give my potential clients the respect they deserve, but gosh it sure feels good to be taking the steps to make that happen.

Dear E,

I just wanted to share with you a thought dump that I had in my phone in 2020 a few months after we fought because I was provoked by your post. Looking back, it feels silly how much pain I was in that time but you know, I needed to feel it to be able to move past us:

“There are things that I can’t explain. All I know is that deep inside me, you’re still there. I find myself reminiscing all those moments we shared. Ask me if I remember it and I’d probably say yes. I remember when we cried and you said we deserved a chance. I remember how tight you held my hand while we crossed the road going to [removed to protect the privacy] then. I remember how much you cried when we fought. I remember how emotional it was during the last night we spent together. I don’t know why I threw all of that away and putting all the blame on you when I was one to blame too. You held me so tight that night and I remember telling myself that I was scared to lose you. We both know I lost you that night. Sometimes, I find myself wishing you were still in my life and nothing changed. If that happened, where would we be now? You know, it kind of sucks that you used to be my best friend whom I tell everything to. I know I took those moments for granted because I thought you’d always be there for me. I thought you would always be crazy for me but I was wrong. I forgot the very fact that we were not even supposed to be together. We were never supposed to fall in love but I did, hard. Now, no one knows that I still have that love for you somehow. Right now, I want to message you bad but we both don’t deserve that. I want to deny it but it’s obvious how much you love her and I used to be that girl. Sometimes, I wish I still was but I am not. I don’t want to ruin the peace that you have because I wouldn’t have wanted you to ruin mine. I miss you and it hurts to remember because I know you’re trying hard to bury them too.”

Well that’s that. Tbh, I envy you have your little family now.

– I

My artist girl Annette over in the Ukraine is back online and has been sharing the going ons in her country ranging from the Crimea Bridge destruction, missile maps of where they’ve been hit, and videos of them huddled in the Kiev subway as air raid sirens blare.

Today she shared a video clip from Russia. A group of people marching with a mascot cartoon missile chanting To Washington.
It made the hairs on my arms stand up, but I know that the group of people I’m looking at is much smaller than the groups that are fleeing the country to places like Finland and Kazakhstan to avoid the draft.

When I attempted to talk to my mom about it, she gets aggitated saying that it’s our fault because of the Nordic Pipeline and that she won’t talk politics with me.
I feel it’s unfair to lay the blame squarely on our shoulders , but anymore if I try to talk current events with mom she becomes fixed in this aggressive we’re going to war verbiage, which tends to have an argumentative lean towards anything I have to divulge on the situation to me doesn’t do well for actually hosting conversations, but I still think it’s important to see so I send her and a handful of friends the links anyway.