Tattooed Bootch.

I was going to get these on my wrists, but at the last minute I changed my mind.

Yes they are wings. Attached them are the initials of my cousin who died when I was thirteen. Wow it's been fourteen years.

His passing is where my story actually begins. I don't know how to explain it without sounding like a tortured emo teen. Everything just unfolded into these very tumultuous lessons that set the precedence for the rest of my life.

I realize my life has been a very short one thus far. I just miss him very much.