I know I shouldn’t blame myself and I know there’s nothing to prevent it from have happening. I just wish I would have learned more from him. My dad was a tattoo artist, and that’s what I wanted to do with my life. I had no thoughts or plans of going to college, because I was so set on becoming a tattoo artist. Art was my passion, I loved it. Now I can hardly draw without wanting to cry or getting infuriated about the way life turned out. It’s what I was meant to do. I’ve been drawing since I could hold up a pencil and it hurts me that I’m losing my touch. Yeah, sure, I could always become a tattoo artist if I wanted to elsewhere.. But it’s not the same… I wanted my dad to mentor me and teach me. He always told me to wait until I was older, and now look. There’s no time. We ran out of time. When he passed away, my grandma wanted me to take over his tattoo parlor. I couldn’t do it. I hardly knew a thing about tattooing besides creating needles and the tattoo supply setup. I just feel like I’ve let my dad down. It’s been almost three years and I still can’t get over this.
Sorry for ranting, it’s just something I needed to get off my chest. Kudos if you took the time to read this..
i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying