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I wanna put a tattoo there.  

I don't mother fucking care whosoever might think of me anymore.  I had enough, there's no peace in my mind at all. Whatever I do, I got blamed. Some people don't see the reasons behind the things I do. And I got blamed. It hurts. So I made up my mind. Love, relationship, I really suck at it, so I'll just do what God plans for me. Friends, boyfriend is really jealous when I talk to boys, so I'll just have to stop communicating with them. Went to Camp Vision's Chalet, didn't turn out that well. I was so depressed and stressed out the second night, I just couldn't control. I let it all out. I pretended that nothing happened, I put on a smile. Some of them knew whats was going on in me, and questioned me, but i denied everything. Perhaps you're right, I'm getting weaker and weaker each day, I could not be trusted, I'm a flirt, I'm a slut. Maybe my feelings ain't that important to you. I'm so stress, and I'm gonna stress my body out. I'm going to train myself. I'm gonna put tattoos, don't try to stop me. People can rate how stress am I by looking at the amount of tattoos I might have. I rather put a tattoo then slice myself and leave ugly scars behind. I'll become stronger, physically and spiritually. Wait and see.