I Feel Like It's Impossible

As Soon As You Tell Me To Do One Thing, I Do The Opposite. As Soon As Someone Tells Me Not To Get Any More Tattoos, I Have This Intense Fire Burning Inside Me To Cover Myself With Them. I Don't Care If It's Self-destructive. I Just Have That Need To Rebel.

I Honestly Don't Think That I Am Cool Enough Or Important Enough That Anyone Would Care About What I Am Doing At All Hours Of The Day Like "i Just Had A Latte From Starbucks And Now I Am Going To Barney's. Love Me Some Shoes!

I've Never Been A Big Believer In Formal Education.

Self-loathing Doesn't Keep Me From Being Happy. But That Doesn't Mean I Don't Struggle.

I Definitely Have Some Kind Of Mental Problem And I Haven't Pinpointed What It Is.