I volunteered to be part of a tattoo exhibit at the request of my tattoo artist which is pretty wierd because I really dislike attention and dislike being looked at even more. I just went to the dress rehearsal and found out people have to pay 45 bucks to get in which makes it that much creepier.
I should probably keep an open mind about it, but I just imagine some stuffy rich old couple staring at me thinking who knows what.
What the fuck is my deal with self conciousness lately
I should probably keep an open mind about it, but I just imagine some stuffy rich old couple staring at me thinking who knows what.
What the fuck is my deal with self conciousness lately