This is awesome.

So apparently there's an upside to just completely snapping. (I just completely snapped. I stalked a horsefly and went all Rambo on its ass. Keep up.)
That was interesting. Like, really interesting. It's like when you stretch a muscle so far that it just...releases. That's literally what it does; you can feel all the tension just leave, it's crazy. Well, I think I snapped. It felt good.
Anyways, my upside is this: I found my tattoo. Literally, I just looked in the mirror and pictured it and thought, "That's mine. It's supposed to be on my body, it's just not yet." THAT was really cool. I've been waiting for that moment. I'm really looking forward to getting it--it's a cross, and it just really needs to be inked onto my body soon. It's going to mean something and say something and help, and IT'S MY TATTOO!
I'm excited. And still slightly lightheaded from the snappage.
I should get angry more often.

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