I've notices something, everything seems a lil bit better when I get some ink done. It's like therapy through ink, wellness through pain, happiness from my skin getting color. I've had other "therapy's" but none have seemed to work out quite as well as getting some new ink. That's probably a bad thing, I think I'm a little insane or getting there. I feel like giving up on all my hopes and dreams. Well I can't really say I have any left, they just kinda left me behind. I feel so I don't know, hollow, empty, almost like I'm wasting the air I breath. The more I think about where I want my life to be, the more lost I feel. Because I have no id