>>34944167I grew up in a really family centered household. When I moved out, I lived with my older sister for a few months before she left me on my own. I livend alone for two years until my younger brother moved in with me. (We're all going to college in the same town)
Yeah. Two years alone really sucks. You start to see ghosts and talk to yourself, forget manners. I basically wasted away.
>Exposition over, here's the good part.So I thought about suicide. You know. I was alone and I kept failing at everything I tried. But I recognized that death is permanent. So to talk myself out of it, whenever I'd have those kinds of thoughts, id tattoo a little dot on my wrist. Needle and calligraphy ink. Edgelord-style. Taught me a lesson about permanence.
Especially when I tried to get rid of them recently.
So it's a constant reminder to me about my old mindset. I unfathomably hate that I've got these embarrassing scars and tattoos that will never go away, but I also know death would be even worse.
But here's a cool flygon. You don't have to read that junk above.
