Redwave Tattoo

I work at a tattoo shop. i'm their counter girl. i come in everyday from noon to nine and beyond. i set there, talk to people smile and just want to shoot myself sometimes because the people are just so weird or mean, or they just think they're the shit for getting a tattoo. but news flash to them. a lot of people have tattoo's even nerds. and yeah i'm the new girl here. so i get teased all the time. i really don't like our piercer. he's kinda mean and curses a lot a lot. they tell me i'm no good at drawing, i'm ok with that but i don't want to hear it from some one who doesn't draw. but its what ever. its so hard to remember to laugh at everything you do. but i think i'll at least try

I think not

to all who call themselfs my ex's. i have a word for you. I AM NO ONES!! i am. that is who i am. ME! not your idea in your head, that i was ever once yours or to be another. i am me. there is no ring on my finger, and if there was i'd still be that girl with fight in her. no one can take me down!! end of your sad story that you tell yourself. period!