first of all, my brother left for the navy last wednesday.
the first day was hard, the whole house felt empty and i never thought i’d miss my brother this much.. as the days went on, it got a bit easier, except for when i saw something i wanted to show him and i couldn’t just go in the next room and show him.. it breaks my heart how much i miss him..

but i got a letter from him today, and that made me feel a bit better.


secondly, i finally got a tattoo. i’ve wanted one since i was about 14 or 15 i think, and i’ve never been able to commit to a design until now. i will go on the record and say that it did in fact hurt, i won’t lie, but it wasn’t unbearable.. i consider myself to be a wimp in many ways, but i held it together.  and for that i am very proud of myself.