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Ah. The feeling when it clicks what words you want with a tattoo that you’ve been pondering and wanting forever. <3
I always wonder if people that jump to their deaths do it that way so they can feel like they’re flying before they die.
So. Zachs 21st birthday. He went out to the bar with his brother and friends. I stayed home because I’m a youngin. Anyway, after he gets hammered, retarded drunk, his brother brings him home, dumps him on the couch (not the bed that I had made for Zach) and dips out. His friends stayed at the bar, not caring enough to know where he went, or to come help me take care of him after whereabouts were discovered. Fuck this. People are selfish as fuck.
There is my rant for the night.
On the bright side, I’m sure he had a good birthday. :)