You judged me for my madess hated my tattoos and gave up on me when I needed you the most. You sick f*ck. I thought you accepted me for the meagre nothingmess that I was but this belief is draining my faith in humanity. The world was only judgemental because I allowed it to be, and as I start over as my vulnerable 14 year old self this will all end. Heres to being empowered, I pray my love affair with the noose will die after this chapter.
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Was this person against the idea of you having tattoos at all or did they not like the designs? Please don’t kill yourself over somebody’s superficial opinion of what you do with your skin. If you live long enough, you’ll have a whole tin of experiences to make you lose your faith in humanity. Tattoos have become the cultural norm so you’re bound to find someone who sees beauty in your creative designs or inspiring words. I get in the habit of ogling people’s ink in public. I prefer the really colorful animal designs like Japanese Koi or sharks. Care to share what your designs are, I’d be interested to find out.
I have a willow tree tattoo of a red weeping willow tree tattooed on the scar where they put my naltrexone implant. The scar that helped me conquer my past heroin addiction. The willow tree is the meaning of my name. Lieu. I hated my name for as long as I could remember as it represented the saddest yet depressing plant on the face of the earth “the weeping willow”. For the first time I held my name and my victory over heroin with pride, yet it was rejected by futile judgements by someone I loved so dearly. I hope he is served with the karma that he deserves and that the next person he meets is beyond perfect and judges his flaws that he has no control over with malice like he did to me.
He never deserved my constant forgiveness and my constant empathy and understanding I had his family. I treat people as equals regardless of their health issues. By trade I work in the health field and when I come across people with HIV, Hepatitis and so called infectious disease I treat them like any other equal. I felt sorry for an individual that had to tell me to be careful as he was Hep positive. As I knew that the chances of contracting the disease was minimal and only under certain conditions I reasurred him that I will conduct my services regardless of his health condition and for him to feel the obligation to feel judged. My ex partners mother is Hepatitis A,B,C positive I never thought anything of it. I cared so much for her acceptance that I was scared that I could not please her. I had much respect for her as I loved my ex. I did not judge, I loved and embraced. My ex’s Brother is a recovering addict on Suboxone and a previously convicted of criminal charges. Again I never judged, I feared him as I yearned for his acceptance and respected him. These things no one should ever judge as they are not our stigmas to wear so we are in no position to ever feel or see what they have gone through. My ex broke up with me with the exact words “It’s your family and you know how judgemental my family is, so I will respect their thoughts and views on you which is why we can not be together”. Mind you I have never ever dealt drugs to anyone and I have no health isues whatso ever besides my depresion and anxiety. How dare he allow his family to judge me when they harbour issues worst than mine, for this I am reclaiming myself and I will pray that he will feel the wrath of his cruel doing.