Now I just need to discuss it with my tattooist and I’ll be all sweet.
EDIT: Sorry the last picture is small D:
I don’t…this tattoo is kind of…don’t do it. Anyone agree with me? The Ramona angel thing is AWESOME!…
But like… Jason I kinda agree. What if in 15 years time you either don’t want to be a game designer anymore, or you don’t like gaming anymore, or you just don’t like halo anymore, or like…. The franchise got anally raped to death and you regret it? Or if your humour matures and you don’t like SPVTW anymore! (all horrible things, I know, but they may happen. It’s why I won’t be getting a tattoo for a long time yet.)
Guy on phone: Hi. Is she in the shower? She’s not? Well you said you’d call back when she was in the shower. Oh she is? Well, your mum will do instead… Okay… Are you carrying the camera? OKAY I’LL BE RIGHT THERE
I don’t know what it is, if it’s something in the air, or all my friends doing the same thing, or hormones, or how much I love my boyfriend, or what, but I seriously just want to get married and start a family already. I would never, not this young, but holy jesus, this urge is getting ridiculous!
This may be a little premature, but I am going to miss you. I know we argue all the time, but I love you so much. You always said that if anything happened to you, my sister would take it harder than I would but that’s not true. The last couple of weeks, I hope I’ve been able to prove that to you. I don’t think I’ve ever been in as much emotional pain as I am now. Despite all the family we have around us at the moment, and the people offering their support, I can’t stop thinking about the fact that you’re dying, and it kills me. It hurts the most when I see how sick you can get and knowing that it’s caused by the only thing that could keep you alive a little longer. It scares me how quickly this has happened. 3 months ago, we thought everything was fine. 2 months ago, we found out you have cancer. 1 month ago you told me that the last thing you heard was that you only have 7 months, max. I don’t think I’ve cried so hard since Dad died even though you told me we can’t be certain because this sort of cancer is so rare it can’t be cured. I always rationalised Dad’s death, thinking ‘It’ll be okay, at least I’ll have one parent at all the important life events I plan on having, like graduating uni, getting married, having kids, getting my first full-time job’ and always thinking that if things get hard, or go wrong, I could always come to you for advice, but now we don’t even know if you’ll be around for my uni graduation. There’s so much I need you to help me with, and to teach me. You were always going to be the constant in my life, no matter what. Whatever happened, I’d always have you. One of the things that scares me most is that within a couple of months, Carolina might be an orphan. That at the age of 16, she might now have either of her parents left. Our family will fall apart mum, and that will make the whole situation so much worse. We can’t function without you. We need you to keep going. Please. I know this sounds selfish because all I’m talking about is me, when you’re the one with terminal cancer. I can’t even fathom how you feel. I know you’re being positive but I have to ask, are you really? Or are you just acting like that to make us feel better? I hope you’re not. I’d hate for you to be miserable and then not feel like you can talk to anyone because you’ll bring us down and you’re trying to make use feel positive. I also hope (and I know you think this way because you’ve said it) that you don’t think you’re a burden. You’re home now because we wanted you to be. We want to look after you, and we want to spend time with you. And talking about how you’re feeling won’t burden us further, or at all. We love you and we want you to be comfortable, and as happy as you can be. We don’t want you suffering, and any way that we can make that happen, we will.
Mumma, I love you so much, and I hope some miracle comes up in the next couple of months because I need you. Like crazy. Love, Julum.