Inked.

It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I finally did it. Finally got inked! It's beautiful. I adore it. It has so much meaning, and I feel like one chapter of my life has finally closed and I can finally move on... move on with my life. Move on with myself, everything. It's beautiful.

After everything that I've gone through the past four years of my life, this is the culmination. A beautiful battle scar that I can carry with me for the rest of my life, and a life lesson that I will never forget.

Self worth, facilitated by twenty minutes of pain... I'll take the tradeoff any day of the week.

One thing is for sure, I can understand now how people become addicted to getting a tattoo... it's a one of a kind experience.