I just wanna be happy and love myself. Like my family doesn’t understand exactly how fucked up I really am because I’ve been trying for 29 years to please them and put on this front and persona that everything was okay and I was an overachiever. And now I’m just like sick of trying to live up to their expectations. Like it’s my fucking life. If they want to cut me off over a fucking tattoo - that can EASILY be covered up - they can go fuck themselves. I’m considering not going to NY right now because my mom just pissed me off that much. Like I was fucking raped! I have ptsd, I’ve been exhibiting systems of borderline personality disorder, I have substance abuse issues, I have an eating disorder. And I’m highly functioning and rather successful. Soooo like I went and got a tattoo that says “fuck you” cuz that’s how I fucking feel. Like if you ain’t with me, fuck you! Who fucking cares? I’m just so tired of trying to appease those that can’t accept me for who I am.