resolute

Tomorrow (though I guess technically given the hour, later today) I am going to get my tattoo.

More so, I will be going by myself, which is probably fitting anyway.

It would be nice and beyond wonderful to have a hand to hold, and as for much as I would like there to be a hand to hold, I don't need a hand to hold.

This acknowledgment is an acknowledgment of truth. Truth that makes me a little bit sad, because I feel like I will be sealing a fate tomorrow.

Oh, how I like those symbolic gestures and rituals of hidden meaning.

And ample vagueness.